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“Oh, shit. That’s right.” I pressed a palm to my forehead. “Shit, Sharon. He mentioned he wasn’t feeling the best. I shouldn’t have left him. I shouldn’t have…”

“Don’t blame yourself. He’s okay. I know it. And we’re almost there.”

My phone was sweaty in my hands. “I’m going to try the hospitals again.”

Calls to all area hospitals produced no results. I would make the rounds of every one if I had to, but first I needed to go home and see if Robert was there.

If he was…

No, he’s not. He can’t be.

As Sharon pulled into my driveway, I drew in a gaspy breath and wiped away tears. I wasn’t sure how she’d been so strong after the death of her husband, but I was already an emotional wreck, anticipating finding Robert’s lifeless body in the house.

“Don’t do that,” she said. “Don’t fall apart yet.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Sharon.” I reached for the car door. “Thank you.”

“You think you’re going inside without me? Not a chance.”

I pulled on the handle a couple of times, wondering why it wouldn’t open.

“It’s locked, sweetie,” Sharon said. “Give me a second.”

Of course.

I let go of the handle, and she hit the button to release the locks. I all but fell out of the car when I opened the door.

Sharon had to unlock the front door to my house because I was too jittery to do it. She stepped inside first. I took a deep breath and went in after her.

The great room was empty, but I had expected that. If Robert was anywhere, it was going to be our bedroom.

I rushed for the staircase. Darted upstairs. At the top I turned left and ran down the long hallway.

The double doors were slightly ajar, and I pushed them open. The light on Robert’s night table was on, illuminating his still form on the bed.

I gasped. Started to cry.

“Robert!” I ran toward him.

And that’s when something amazing happened. He lifted his head and looked at me.

Utterly surprised, I stopped dead in my tracks. It was as if I had so expected the worst that my brain couldn’t process what I was seeing.

“Elsie…”

The sound of Robert’s voice broke the spell. Happiness bubbled out of me in a relieved breath.

“Thank God!” I quickly looked at Sharon. She clasped her hands together, clearly overjoyed. Then I made my way to the bed, where I sat beside Robert and took his hand in mine.

“You’re here.” He sounded weak.

“Oh, baby. I was so worried.” I pressed his hand against my cheek. “What happened?”

“I’m fine now. That’s all the matters.”

“You went to the hospital?”

Robert’s eyes flicked in Sharon’s direction. I got his meaning. He didn’t want to discuss the situation with her here.

I eased off the bed and crossed the room to the door, where Sharon was standing, respectfully keeping her distance.

“Well, he’s not dead,” I said, stating the obvious. I heaved a weary sigh. “Thank you so much for getting me here safe and sound. I couldn’t have done it alone.”

She waved away my comment. “There’s no need to thank me.”

“I’m sorry we had to cut our weekend short,” I told her.

“Gimme a break. There’s no need to apologize for that.”

I nodded, then gave her a hug. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Update you on Robert’s progress.”

“Go take care of your husband.”

“Let me see you out.”

I walked downstairs with Sharon, saw her to her car, then went back inside. Before rejoining Robert, I went to the kitchen and put on the kettle to make some tea for him.

The kettle on, I headed upstairs. Robert was still lying in bed.

I climbed onto the bed beside him and gently stroked his face. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m good now.” He reached for my hand. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“I called every hospital. No one could tell me if you were admitted. I was going out of my mind with worry. I thought I’d come here and find…and find…”

“I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to put you through that.”

“Where did you go? University Hospital?”

“I went to Lake Norman.”

“Weird,” I said. I’d phoned Lake Norman Regional Medical Center first. “I called there. A few times. They said they didn’t have you in their system.”

“Perhaps because I was in Emergency.”

“Perhaps,” I acknowledged. After a beat, I went on. “Obviously, you didn’t have a heart attack.”

“I didn’t.” Robert chuckled softly. “You’ll think this is silly. It was gas pains.”