A smile broke across Anne's tear-streaked face, her chest rising with a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.
"Really?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement.
"Hmm," Augustine replied in that low, reassuring hum of his. "He is stable now. Nothing to worry about."
"Thank God," Anne whispered. "Can we come and see him?"
"He is in ICU, still under observation," Augustine explained gently. "The doctors aren't letting anyone in just yet. There is no point in coming tonight. Get some rest. I'll bring you to him tomorrow."
Anne nodded understandingly. "Okay. I'll wait." After a moment of silence, she asked, "When are you coming back?"
But Augustine didn't answer. Instead, he changed the subject. "Sleep now. It's getting late."
"Wait—"
The line went dead.
Anne stared at her phone, a small frown tugging at her lips. 'Why did he hang up so quickly?' she wondered. Something about the way he avoided her question didn't sit right.
