"Where is my husband?" I ask through clenched teeth, feeling a tightness in my chest.
"Can we talk?" the doctor asks.
"Tell me where he is." He just stares at me.
Is my world about to collapse once again?
"Doctor, please." Hendrick pleads.
"He’s undergoing some tests, that’s why he’s not in his room."
I feel a wave of relief and anguish at the same time.
"Oh my God, has he worsened? Is that why you called us in the middle of the night?" I ask, and the doctor furrows his brow.
"We didn’t call anyone."
"How is that possible?" Hendrick asks.
"I can ask the nurses, but no, no one called."
"And why is he undergoing tests?" I ask, growing impatient. We were still standing in the hallway in front of the room Henry was supposed to be in.
"Because..."
The doctor begins to speak, and au
