"Where is my husband?" I asked under my breath, feeling a tightness in my chest.
"Can we talk?" the doctor said.
"Tell me where he is." He just stared at me.
My world was about to fall apart again.
"Doctor, please," Hendrick pleaded.
"He's having some tests done, so he's not in his room."
I felt both relief and anguish at the same time.
"Oh my God, has he gotten worse? Is that why you called us this morning?" I asked, and the doctor frowned.
"We didn't call anyone."
"What do you mean, you didn't?" Hendrick asked.
"I could ask the nurses, but no, no one called."
"And why are they doing tests?" I asked impatiently, still standing in the hallway in front of the room where Henry should have been.
"Because..."
The doctor started to speak, and I automatically retreated into my world
