Then she set it to record just before the nurses wheeled her into the operating room. It was reckless, maybe even illegal, but she couldn’t help herself. A deep, unshakable part of her needed to know what went on when she wasn’t conscious to witness it.
Hours later, Jennifer awoke groggy and sore in the recovery room, her mind a foggy blur from the anesthesia. The nurses told her the surgery had gone well—her appendix had been removed, and all she needed now was rest.