At the Hospital, a Nurse Told Me My Husband’s Wife and Son Were Already With Him—Then I Heard the Recording From His Crash

Stopped.

Her face changed.

Martha whispered something.

The woman tightened her grip on the little boy and hurried toward the elevators.

Martha did not meet my eyes.

I waited until they were gone.

Then entered Alistair’s room.

His eyes opened slowly.