The sound of a click made my heart fall to the bottom of my stomach. Julia had hung up…on my husband’s instructions. My hands trembled as I stared at the phone, a single tear tracing a hot path down my cheek. I dialed his number again, pleading to God… But the dial tone just continued until a robotic voice informed me that the number was unavailable. He blocked me. My own husband.
God, I couldn’t breathe. This was too much!
“Mrs. Robinson?” It was one of the attending doctors that snapped me out of my panic. When I glanced at him, his face was very grim. “Your son’s condition is critical. The stress triggered a cardiac arrest as we’d informed you earlier. We need to operate immediately, but–” he hesitated and his eyes filled with sympathy.
“But what?” my voice cracked.
“The surgeon most familiar with Enzo’s medical history, Dr. Marcel isn’t available.”
I remember that name! Dr. Marcel was the specialist who had been monitoring Enzo’s heart condition since he was a toddler!
“Then find him!” I yelled, pulling at my hair and then clutching the doctor’s lapels. “Find Dr. Marcel and let him save my baby! Please!”