"I'm fine. Thank you all for taking care of me. I'm feeling much better."
I managed a smile and walked out of the room.
I hadn't gone more than a few steps when I heard the nurses whispering behind me. Their voices carried in the tiled hallway, bouncing off the walls the way secrets do in places that are supposed to be sterile.
"Poor thing. A miscarriage, and not a single person by her side. Where's her husband?"
"She said she doesn't have one. Probably passed away. Life really isn't fair, is it? You know the woman in the next room? Her husband adores her. He's at her bedside every single day, holding the baby. You can tell he's absolutely smitten."
"Oh, I know. That room's been a revolving door of visitors. And they're all gorgeous men, too. How come I never get that kind of luck?"
They didn't know.