should have someone there after theâ¦procedure. I was hoping that you would come.â
Her emotions and her thoughts got all tangled together until she couldnât separate one from the other. The emotional Ellie was ready to come to the rescue, as always. The rational Ellie, the one whoâd been hurt and demoralized, had her feet stuck in cement.
âWhat hospital?â she finally asked.
âSloane Kettering.â
Her eyes squeezed shut at the sound of the name. It was a world-renowned cancer-treatment center. âIâ¦What time do you have to be there?â
âEleven. I was getting ready to leave when you called.â
She thought about her responsibilities at the spa. But Barbara was there and Ann Marie was due to arrive midday. They could hold things down along with the rest of the staff.
âAll right. Iâll be there as soon as I can.â
âThank you, Ellie,â he said, and it sounded to her as if his voice was breaking. âI really appreciate it.â
âIâll see you soon.â She hung up the phone.
She had a sick, sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. Sheâd wished a lot of things on her ex-husband. Sheâd wished that he would suffer and be hurt as much as she had. Sheâd devoted her life to him and their twin daughters and then, without warning, sheâd been tossed to the curb like old shoes. Sheâd become a statistic, a cliché. Wife tossed aside for young secretary. How pitiful was that?
It had taken her months, and the support of Barbara, Stephanie and Ann Marie, to get her through the day-to-day without falling apart. Then she met Ron and took a big chance by allowing him into her life and her heart. But she did, and hadnât regretted a moment.
Yet, she hadnât told Ron about Mattâs call and the question of âwhy not?â had plagued her all night long. Maybe there was no easy answer, she concluded as she finally got to her feet. But a hidden part of her knew that it wasnât that simple.
Barbara was at the front desk when Ellie came back upstairs.
âThere you are. I was getting ready to go down to the massage room. My first client will be hereââ She took a good look at Elizabethâs strained expression. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI just got off the phone with Matt.â
âAnd?â
âHeâs going in the hospital for a biopsy. They think it might be cancer.â
âOh, Ellie. Iâm so sorry. How is he? I mean, mentally?â
âScared. I could tell by his voice.â She looked at Barbara. âIâve never heard him sound like that before, not in all the years of our marriage.â
âOf course heâs scared. Who wouldnât be? Wow, I donât know what to say.â
âHe wants me to come to the hospital. I told him I would.â
Barbara nodded. âHow do you really feel about that?â
âConflicted. But I said I would, so Iâm going.â
âSure. We can handle things around here.â
âWhat ifâ¦â
âDonât even go there. You donât know for sure.â
âMaybe I should call the girls.â
âWhy donât you wait until you know something more definite. Theyâll only worry.â
âYouâre right.â She looked around, momentarily off balance. âI better get going.â
Barbara reached out and wrapped her in a hug. âItâs going to be all right, whatever happens, and you know weâre here for you, girl.â
She sniffed, suddenly feeling weepy. âThanks.â
By the time she arrived at the hospital and found a parking space she was a nervous wreck. Maybe she should have called her daughters; at least, then someone would be there with her. She went through the main entrance and asked for directions to oncology at the information desk.
The ride up the elevator seemed to last forever. Finally, the doors slid open onto the
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