OLIVIA
When the nurse came out of Enrique's room with a panicked expression on her face, I knew he was gone even before I ran in myself.
I pushed past her, my heart already racing, my body vibrating with dread. The bed was empty but the sheets still felt warm.
I should have known he would pull this move.
It was written all over his face. The guilt and the way he had spoken about me not getting in his way, I should have known he would do this.
I staggered back out into the hallway, hands on my hips, trying to catch my breath. The nurse stood there biting her lip.
"He was gone when I came to check the bandage," she whispered, like she was afraid of the words.
"Did you see anyone else?"
"No, ma'am. I am sorry. I do not know how this happened without anyone being aware of it"
"There is nothing to be sorry about." I told her, trying not to let the rush of helplessness swallow me whole.
