One year after my divorce, I ran into my ex-husband in the pediatric wing of the hospital where I worked

It is stamped. It was received.

Nobody told me. That is not sinister; it is how those processes work. It went on the file and the investigation continued and closed five months later, and the letter sat there, and I did not know it existed until the twenty-third of July, 2025, in a hospital corridor with a broken bottle on the floor.

What I did with that.

She was referred to her own regulator in the November of 2025, as the inevitable consequence of signing a statement in a malicious