She was frightened for her baby, exhausted from everything that had happened, and deeply hurt by the sudden change in what she thought she understood about her own life.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to feel," she whispered. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to believe anymore."
Santiago watched her for a moment before releasing one of her shoulders and reaching for the call button beside the bed.
A nurse entered almost immediately. She glanced at the spilled soup before approaching the bed, where Daniella was still crying and struggling to steady her breathing.
"Check her vitals," Santiago instructed. "If anything has changed, inform Dr. Elias immediately."
The nurse nodded and began checking the monitors while Santiago stepped aside to give her room. Daniella turned her face away from him, no longer willing to look at him. The force of her anger had begun to give way to exhaustion, but the hurt remained.
