I sprinted down the sterile hallway, heart pounding. “I need to see him!” I gasped to the nurse. She grabbed my arm, her eyes wide. “Quick, ma’am… hide. Trust me. It’s a trap!” Ten minutes later, I peeked through the crack of the operating room door—and froze. My husband… he wasn’t who I thought he was. “What… what have you done to him?” I whispered, my voice trembling
.Iran rushed down the hospital corridor, clutching the cold metal railing for balance. Every step felt heavier than the last. “I have to see him! He can’t be in there alone!” I shouted to a passing nurse. She froze, then grabbed my wrist with a grip that startled me. “Quick, ma’am… hide. Trust me. It’s…