The 13th Call to My Husband at the Crematorium novel Chapter 10

When I opened my eyes in the hospital bed, the first thing I saw was Caleb's face.

He was sitting by my side, and when he saw me wake up, he immediately asked how I was feeling.

He asked if I was in pain, if I wanted anything to eat,

if I was thirsty, if I needed water.

It all felt surreal, like a dream.

Was I hallucinating from being so sick, or was this the continuation of some nightmare?

But the physical pain was all too real, reminding me that this was no dream.

Caleb, the man who'd been tired of me for ten years, was suddenly being so gentle?

He called the doctor, who did a thorough check-up.

"I'm beyond saving, Caleb. I'm in the final stage of bone cancer," I said calmly.

"Your Max is sick."

"Go take care of him. Don't waste any more time here."

Caleb broke down in tears.

This giant of a man, always standing tall and proud,

was now hunched over, kneeling by my bed.

I felt disgusted, then threw up again.

"What are you doing?"

I snatched the tissue from his hands and wiped my mouth, throwing it away with revulsion.

What's he playing at now?

"Madison, we need to talk," his voice cracked.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

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