Ella

I arrive back at the hospital first thing in the morning, striding in like I own the place. In a way, I do now. The feeling of strength that continues to grow from the days away from George and our loveless marriage gives me more confidence.

It feels good to be the old Ella who used to walk these white halls with a purpose. To have the title of "doctor" before my name. To receive nods of respect and hello's instead of being ignored by anyone around ...