Arriving at the hospital after the morning's drama, I expected it to be just another ordinary day. However, it turned out to be anything.
I was at the nursing station, reviewing files, when Michelle, a friend I had made in boarding school, approached me with a cup of coffee.
I greeted her with warmth, as always.
"Good morning!"
"Dear Isabella, we have something to ask you," she said.
Michelle often used that term of endearment since she was about 6 years older than me, but we remained friends.
"I want you to explain this photograph to me," she said, showing me a picture from the event where Fernando and I were kissing.
"No, there is nothing to explain, Michelle. I attended an event with my husband," I replied.
"You're not fooling me, my girl. I know the story. You're only married o
