RACHEL'S pov.
>>Huntington Memorial Hospital LA<<
My eyes couldn't look away from the wall clock, no, they could look away but just wouldn't look away.
I kept staring at the wall clock, or glaring at it rather, grumpily chewing on my salad and wondering when my husband would come back from his 'very important meeting'.
It's 8:30pm, meaning it's been already four hours since he left to meet Tasha and he's still not back yet.
I reached for my phone to check if he's given me a missed call or text, but there was nothing from him.
Shouldn't he be hurrying to get back and give me a proper explanation, since he left without telling me explaining clearly to me?
The door creaked open, I sighed and dropped my plate of salad on the bedside table without checking who walked in -I assumed it's Fatima.
"Fatima, go to the cafeteria and get me a bottle of..."
