~Adam
I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm. I rolled over and groggily reached for my phone to turn it off. As I did, I saw the date on the screen. It was the day Charlotte was supposed to be discharged from the hospital.
I sat up, my heart racing. I took a deep breath and got out of bed.
As I walked into the hospital, the receptionist at the front desk smiled at me. "Mr. Morgan, it's good to see you," she said. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, thanks," I said, with confidence. "How's Charlotte?"
"She's doing well," the receptionist said, her voice full of compassion. "You can go up to her room now. The nurses will be able to give you more information."
I nodded and headed for the elevator. I got out of the elevator and walked down the hall to Charlotte's room.
As I approached the door, I saw it was cracked open, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. I paused, taking a deep breath, and then I knocked softly.
"Come in," I heard Charlotte's voice from inside th
