Brenda’s eyes flicked over her without warmth. “Do you have an appointment?”

“I was told it was urgent,” Isabelle explained, pressing her hand to her belly. “He said someone would be ready for me.”

Brenda exhaled dramatically, the sound sharp and impatient. “You people always think you can just show up without checking in properly. Sit down. We’ll get to you eventually.”

The words stung like a slap. Isabelle froze, stunned by the tone.

She had spent her life in professional settings, respected as a teacher, yet in that moment she was reduced to something small, insignificant.

Still, she tried again, quietly. “I’m worried about my baby. Could you confirm with Dr. Monroe, please?”

The nurse gave a faint smirk. “Or perhaps you’re exaggerating to cut in line. We have actual emergencies here.”