“He hasn’t told you anything, has he?”
Those words kept echoing in my head.
I looked at Arnold, waiting for him to explain.
“Tell me where my husband is.”
Arnold wiped his eyes.
“He’s in the pediatric wing.”
“Why?”
He hesitated.
“Sarah, I think you should hear this from him.”
“Arnold, I am his wife. I deserve to know what is happening.”
He looked down at the lunch bag in my hand.
“You came here to surprise him?”
I nodded.
“I brought his favorite lunch.”
Arnold gave a sad smile.
“He would love that.”
