Page 138 of The Widower
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“Anyone hurt?”
“No. None of us.”
“What’s happening, Mom?”
“Is this part of the game, Isabelle?”
The kids asked almost in unison.
“It’s okay, sweethearts. Everything’s fine.”
The next hour was chaos, and I still had no word about Colin. I left the kids with Helen and told her to stay away from the crowd of officers sweeping through the mansion.
After a while, I finally got news—and my heart sank when I heard he’d been taken to the hospital.
I rushed to find out more. As I stepped outside, I ran into Henry coming into the mansion, his face as pale and shaken as mine.
“Any updates?”
“Yes. Colin’s at Mercy Hospital.”
“Then that’s where we’re going.”
I got into Henry’s car, and within minutes, we were on our way to the hospital.
At the hospital, we split up to look for updates, but I had no luck.
“Did you get any information about how he’s doing?”I asked Henry, who lowered his head.
“Not yet, but we’ll find out—even if I have to track down every damn doctor in this place.”
The night dragged on, and there was still no news.
I’d lost count of how many times I’d asked for Colin’s doctor, but no one would tell me anything.
I sat for what felt like forever. It had been almost an hour since I’d last seen Henry—he was still out searching for answers.
After some time waiting, I finally saw him coming down the hall toward me.
“Any news?”I stood up.
“Yes.”
“Is he okay?”
“He is now. Isabelle… they beat him badly. Colin’s got multiple fractures all over his body. There was even internal bleeding, but his condition’s stabilized.”
“Oh my God.”
I should’ve known—especially after hearing those screams—but hearing it out loud still left me in shock.
“I came to get you so we can talk to the doctor.He’s waiting for us.”
We asked the doctor a dozen questions, and the answers horrified me.
