Prologue

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Prologue

I walked into the hospital feeling sick, confused, worried and I then began to think about everything that had happened in the few years that seemed to have flown by. I smiled at every thought, until I remember the call. I push open the doors into the overcrowded reception area and make my way to the reception desk. I fake a smile and then get pointed to a chair. I sit down knowing that at any moment I will be told the definite truth, of what happened. I keep thinking I should get up and leave, I don't want to know the truth for I know whatever it is must be terrible. But I stay where I am seated looking at all the other people sitting waiting for the same reason as I am, waiting to be told the same dreadful news that we all don't want to hear. I just hope that everything is fine, but I have this feeling that it won't be. As I sit waiting I think back to that fateful summer to when we both first met.

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