“Something is wrong.” Why can't I brush that feeling out of my head. I don't remember leaving the hotel, one moment I was standing beside the bed, staring at my phone,the next, I was rushing through the hallway with my jacket half-buttoned, my keys clenched so tightly in my hand that they dug into my palm.
The call ended unusually, that unsettled me, there's a possibility that the battery died or the nurse took the phone or maybe network. I kept repeating those possibilities to myself as I hurried toward the elevator.
They were ordinary explanations, safe explanations,I needed one of them to be true, but underneath all those thoughts was another possibility I didn't want to acknowledge,someone could have ended the call.
I immediately pushed the thought away,who would even do that, why w
