SHAWN
“Where is the patient who stayed in this room last night, even till this morning?” I asked one of the nurses I saw walking down the hallway, after I had checked Room B17 and saw the bed empty.
At first, fear had eroded my senses, swamping me so much I couldn’t breathe the first few seconds, thinking that Elara was dead. The squeeze on my heart only lessened when I remembered that if that was the case, it would have been on the news.
“Oh, Miss Elara Viking...?” the nurse asked.
No longer Elara Lindays.
I kept my face carefully blank, not to mirror the anger that threatened to surface at such disrespect.
“Who are you?”
I swallowed hard. “Her husband.”
The nurse furrowed her brows, watching me closely. She didn’t look like she believed me, but she directed me to the private ward
