“I’m calling from the downtown hospital. Your husband has been in an accident.”
“What kind of accident?”
The pause lasted an eternity. “A car accident. It’s serious, ma’am. You should come right away.”
I don’t remember the journey to the hospital. I don’t remember calling my neighbor to babysit. I only remember the doctor’s face when he approached me in the waiting room, and how I knew before he even opened his mouth.
