Meeting again

In the hospital room, aside from Emma Hart's mother, there was another person, casting a shadow over Emma's usually bright expression. 

 

Indifferently, she asked, "What are you doing here?"

 

The color drained slightly from her mother's face as she explained, "Ethan Turner happened to be here visiting a patient, saw me, and heard about my discharge. He started helping me pack my things."

 

"I don't need your help," Emma Hart snapped, snatching the items from Ethan Turner's hands and shoving him aside.

 

It would be for the best if this man never crossed her path again.

 

"Emma..." Ethan Turner, grasping Emma Hart's sleeve, looked at her with apologetic eyes full of regret. 

 

"Let go!" Emma Hart glared fiercely at Ethan Turner.

 

Ethan's gaze dropped to Emma's abdomen, his words halting, unspoken, "You..."