The only right action.

Sandra picked up her cane as she tried moving speedily. Stefan rose to his feet.

"What do you think you're doing?" He questioned, pulling close to her.

She stiffened at the heat he had brought towards her. She shook her head, shaking off thoughts of him. Her husband needed her, and as much as Stefan was intoxicating. She would not let him divert her attention from what was important-checking on her husband.

"I am going to see my husband." She heard her voice crack. Her eyes had grown watery. What if Anthony had been hurt? She didn't want him dead. She had prayed fervently for it, before, but now she didn't need that in her life.

"You do know he's fine, right?" He tried soothing, as he placed a strong arm on her back.

"I don't know anything. I've not heard from him all morning. No one is saying anything to me. I'm always kept in the dark. "

"I'm saying something to you, and that is, you need to calm down. You do. Trust me, your husband is