And underneath it was a name.
My husband’s.
BEN.
Part 3 — The Truth
Part 3 — The Truth
Room 814 was empty.
Not simply empty.
Abandoned.
The bed was stripped.
The monitors were silent.
The curtains were open.
And the window was locked from the inside.
“Ben?”
My voice sounded impossibly small.
I stepped into the room.
“Ben!”
Nothing.
Then I noticed something on the chair.
His hospital jacket.
I picked it up.
His badge was still clipped to the pocket.
Ben never went anywhere without that badge.
My hands began trembling again.
I searched the room.
Nothing.
Then I saw the floor.
Near the bed was a small pink hair clip.
I knew it immediately.
I had bought a dozen of them for Emily.
I crouched and picked it up.
“No…”
The door opened behind me.
