The right words.
We had wasted years waiting for them.
“Where is he now?” I asked.
Margaret’s face crumpled. “In the hospital.”
I stood so fast that the shoes fell from my lap.
“He’s alive?”
“Yes,” she said, rising with me. “He is alive, Sharon.”
A sob burst from my chest.
Margaret reached for my hand, and this time, I let her take it.
“He collapsed at work this morning,” she explained. “A heart condition they had not caught. The doctors say he is stable now, but before they took him in, he asked for me.”
“Why you?” I asked and hated how small I sounded.
“Because Elise was already at the hospital with Noel,” Margaret replied. “And because he was scared he might not wake up. He told me, ‘If anything happens, take the shoes to my mom. Tell her I was trying to come home.'”
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My knees weakened. I gripped the back of the chair.
“He said that?”
Margaret nodded. “Word for word.”
I bent to pick up the shoes. This time, I held them against my chest.
“Take me to him.”
Margaret did not hesitate. “Of course.”
The ride to the hospital passed in pieces. Rain on the windshield. Margaret’s hands were tight on the steering wheel. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. When we reached the intensive care floor, a young woman stood near the nurses’ station with a baby against her shoulder.
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