“You're not saying anything, Matt. Speak! You're making me anxious.”
Emily had repeated before her hospital room echoed with her fiery voice, her words slicing through the sterile air.
When he was still silent, she repeated herself again, this time more firmly.
“Damn it, Matt, please don't tell me she's dead and Marcus is following me up and about to get revenge!” Her voice cracked under the weight of her disbelief, her rage painting her neck and face a furious red.
It was the first time Matt had seen it but veins popped on her forehead, threatening to burst as her eyes bore into Matt.
“Please! Please! Talk to me. Tell me that's not it!”
Matt, standing near the foot of her bed, remained calm. His silence, measured and deliberate, only seemed to pour gasoline on her simmering fury
