As I diced onions for dinner, my thoughts drifted to the day's events. The presentation went smoothly, and I couldn't wait to celebrate with Elijah over a delicious meal. The scent of garlic cooking promised a tasty dinner.
Just as I grabbed the salt, my phone rang, interrupting my focus. The unknown number made me pause, expecting a sales call. But a gut feeling urged me to answer.
“Hello?”I answered cautiously.
“Is this Mr. Johnson’s wife ?” a woman's voice inquired urgently.
“Marcus Johnson?” I clarified, feeling a sudden unease.
“Yes. I'm calling from Mercy Hospital. Your husband, Marcus Johnson, was in a car accident and is in critical condition.”
The news hit me like a ton of bricks. 'What?' I gasped, barely able to speak. “Marcus?”
“Yes, Ms. Johnson. He's in the ER with serious injuries. We stabilized him, but he needs surgery.”
Tears welled up as panic set in. 'I'll be there,' I managed to say, my hands trembling.
“Third floor operating room. Come to the front desk,” the nurse
