Today was different. Albert could tell this whole thing was way out of Scott’s usual routine.
Who was at the hospital that Scott cared about? Or was it something between Dorothea and Scott? The thought made Albert’s chest tighten until he could barely breathe.
He gripped his phone. “Did you find anything?”
“Yeah, Albert. Turns out their department admitted a special patient today, so they put the whole floor on lockdown for privacy.”
The tension in Albert’s shoulders eased. “Alright, I get it.”
“Want me to check where Dorothea is?”
“Yeah, do that.”
Albert closed his eyes and tried to compose himself, but all he could picture was Dorothea’s face—so vivid, so unforgettable. He couldn’t help but linger on the memory a little longer.
...
Dorothea stared at her phone, hesitating. Should she call Latham? After a moment, she gave in and pressed his number.
He picked up almost immediately. “Hello?”
“Latham, it’s me.”
She could tell it was quiet wherever he was. “When are you coming back?”
“You miss me already?” Latham’s voice was soft, almost teasing. “I’ll be home in about three days.”
“Oh, it’s not that. Just... Grandma’s in the hospital. I thought you should know.”
Latham’s tone turned sharp. “What happened? Why is she suddenly in the hospital?”
His concern made Dorothea’s throat tighten. For a second she almost lost her composure. “It’s okay. She’s in the ICU, but don’t worry. I just wanted to let you know. I’m not asking you to do anything. I just didn’t want you to say I was keeping things from you again.”
“Alright. Got it. Are you at the hospital now?”
Dorothea sniffled. “Yeah. I’ll head home soon.”
“Okay.”
Then, softer, he said, “Dorothea, wait for me to get back.”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary