After kissing my husband’s hand one last time, i walked down the hospital hallway trying to stay composed… then i passed two nurses by the break room. one whispered, “she still doesn’t know, does she?” the other replied, “no. and if she finds out, it’s over.” i stopped. my heart sank. and the room my husband had been in was locked.
My fingers trembled as I reached for my husband’s hand. Cold. The steady beep of the hospital room had been replaced by the hushed voices of nurses and the squeak of shoes on linoleum.