I’ve been carrying a heavy, uneasy feeling lately—like something wasn’t right during my girlfriend’s recent leg surgery.
It was supposed to be a straightforward procedure, but the constant rescheduling raised red flags. The date was moved up unexpectedly, then changed again just a day before. It felt odd, but I didn’t dwell on it at the time.
I couldn’t be at the hospital that morning, though her sister and friend stayed with her throughout. Still, I can’t shake this nagging suspicion that something happened—something I can’t quite explain.
There’s no proof, only a gut feeling I wish I didn’t have.
