Two months after the ink dried on our divorce papers, I found myself walking the sterile, fluorescent-lit halls of the Semmelweis Clinic

Chapter 1: The Woman in the Corridor

Two months after the ink dried on our divorce papers, I found myself walking the sterile, fluorescent-lit halls of the Semmelweis Clinic.

I had come to visit a friend recovering from a minor procedure. I brought flowers, forced a polite smile for the receptionist, and told myself this would be an ordinary afternoon.continue reading …