Dylan wouldn’t let me go to the hospital. So, the only information I could get about Abraham came from Brenda, who called me. She told me everything in a nasal voice, having just finished crying.“Fortunately, Mr. Abraham made it through the critical period, Mrs. Anna,” Brenda told me softly. I could hear her taking a deep breath on the other end of the line. “You don’t need to worry about this, Mrs. Anna. Everything is better now. For the moment, just focus on your treatment, Mrs. Anna.”I fell silent, clutching my clothes.“I’ll keep trying, Brenda. Thanks for the information.”“Oh, and Mr. Dylan has been at the hospital for the past three days without coming home. Don’t you want to ask him to come home for a while? He looks terrible,” Brenda whispered.“Just leave him be, Brenda,” I said briefly. “That’s enough. I’m hanging up.”After ending the call, I walked to Dylan’s bedroom. Without the slightest hesitation, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. For a moment, I breat
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