“Just tired.” I forced a smile.
He squeezed my hand.
“Go home after visiting hours end. Get some sleep.”
“You seem far away.”
“I will.”
A few minutes later, he shuffled toward the bathroom with his IV pole.
The moment the door clicked shut, I approached his bed.
I was going to find out what Ben was hiding from me.
My fingers trembled as I lifted the mattress higher.
A thin manila folder sat tucked between the frame and the springs.
I lifted the mattress higher.
I pulled it out with shaking hands and pressed my back against the wall.
The bathroom door was still shut.
Water ran on the other side.
I opened the folder.
The first page was a lab report with Ben’s name at the top.
My eyes dropped straight to the conclusion.
I opened the folder.
No evidence of malignancy.
I frowned.
That couldn’t be right.
