“Laura, wait. Where do you think you’re going?” Andy jogged after Laura outside the Seattle hospital, where she hurried away.
She didn’t stop until he caught up with her and grabbed her arm, pulling her around. “Laura, what is wrong with you?” Andy snapped.
“Wrong with me? Are you kidding me? Andy, I may be your wife in name, but that’s not how you see me or treat me. What the hell was that in there?” she snapped.
“What are you talking about?” Andy wasn’t about to elaborate. He was feeling overwhelmed and selfish, and it irritated him to have to chase Laura down. “You know what? You should have stayed home. That’s my cousin in there who may have just died, and here you are, pulling some prima donna act.”
Laura glared at the hand that held her arm, and then she pulled her arm away. “And
