Rosianna’s eyes quickly scanned the sitting room when she stepped in. She looked towards the kitchen, but she didn’t see Nathan there. This was odd.
She walked slowly, the dull ache in her abdomen slowing her down. Even though the doctor had administered treatment on her and kept her in bed for most of the day, Rosie wanted to hurry home.
She had pictured Nathan in the kitchen, making her that same soup from last time, where they could talk about everything that had happened at the hospital.
But he wasn’t at home. The kitchen was empty.
She picked her phone out of her bag and dialed his number. He picked on the third ring when she was already getting annoyed.
“Where are you?” Rosianna asked, going straight to the point.
Her tone was clipped, short and clearly annoyed. There was a p
