The rain was coming down in sheets, drumming against the windshield of Barnard's car as he sat inside it in the hospital parking lot. Thunder cracked in the distance, followed by flashes of lightning that momentarily lit up the darkened sky. His phone buzzed for what felt like the hundredth time that night.
It was Elinor again.
With a quick glance at the screen, he let it ring out, ignoring the call. Moments later, he shot off a text, short and to the point, and then started the car.
Barnard: Can't make it.
Just three words, but enough to send Elinor spiraling.
Back in her hospital room, Elinor trembled, her grip on the phone slackening until it was thrown away. Her hospital gown hung loosely, revealing a slinky nightgown beneath. She clenched her fists, thoughts racing. 'Why? Why d
