That night, when Albert finally laid down in his bed, he had been more tired than he remembered being in his entire life. He'd spent the better part of the day waiting on the completion of all the tests that Maryann had been scheduled to undergo. He left only when she'd been returned to her room.
The ordeal of waiting through the process had left him with emotional exhaustion that only got worse the longer the night wore on. He had desperately craved oblivion, something to take his mind off the test results due tomorrow but unfortunately, he had lain awake throughout the night.
Who are you? Who am I?
You are saying we have a child together, are you, my husband?
