It was the middle of the afternoon when Daniel's ex-wife arrived at the hospital, Richard beside her. The world outside was bright and warm, but inside, her mind was clouded with worry. She moved with quiet determination, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as she approached the reception desk. She had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in her head, trying to anticipate every possible scenario, every question the staff might ask.
"Excuse me," she said politely, her voice calm but edged with urgency. "Could you please tell me which ward my daughter is in?"
The receptionist looked up, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Yes, ma'am. She's in Room 402, third floor. Take the elevator on your left. Nurses will assist you if needed."
