“Mrs Grayson, you’ll be able to conceive again.” The doctor tells me.

I am packing my bags, it’s been a week and I’m getting discharged.

I don’t reply.

“You still don’t remember who did this to you?” He asks.

I shake my head. I’ve watched enough movies, I’m not stupid enough to admit that it was him. The doctor. My only question is why would such a beautiful man with such a glorious career, turn into a beast at night?

“Why?” I say

“Why?” He repeats, clearly confused.

I shake my head and zip up my bag. I sit on the bed and wait. Wait for my husband. The husband that may never come.

“Its been two hours since you said your husband will be here.” The doctor says, staring at his watch

“Can you call a cab for me?” I ask him.

He nods sadly and takes out his cellphone. 

“It will be here in 5 minutes. Take everything slowly, don’t push yourself.” He says as he exits the cold ward.

I grab my bag and walk out too.

**

The cab comes at a stop near my house. The blue and white mansion, with tall windows looks down at me. I can’t believe it’s just me and my husband who live here.

I clutch my bag and walk towards the gate, I type in the pass and it let’s me through. I walk slowly to the front door.