But, I was desperately looking for some news about my brother. I did not know how he was.
Seeing no texts or calls from the police station or Julian, I quickly got up from my bed.
Doctors told me my body was weak and they could not discharge me yet. But, I insisted.
Once I signed all the necessary documents and came out of the hospital, I rushed to see my brother in the police station.
"Your brother's breathing was unstable. We had to shift him to the hospital two weeks ago."
My whole body began to shake. With trembling hands, I saved the location of the hospital my brother was admitted to and rushed to meet him.
Lesley’s vile taunts and Julian’s final, crushing betrayal had been momentarily blurred by a single, terrifying truth: my brother was in a hospital.
Not the luxurious private clinics Julian frequented, but a state-run hospital. Just like the one I had just abandoned.
I clutched the address the officer had given me, a crumpled piece of paper that felt like a lifeline. I hailed the first available cab, barking out the location, the urgency in my voice startling the driver.