As I entered our bedroom, I noticed my husband sitting comfortably in a chair with one leg crossed over the other. The room was filled with the sound of a voice emanating from his phone, which was resting in its dock.
Jordan was wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. He turned his head and his gaze locked onto the white envelope that I was holding. Upon recognizing the brotherhood's emblem on the envelope, his eyes narrowed in curiosity.
"Doctor Frank, please ensure that you follow my instructions precisely. I will call you later to check on the patient's progress," Jordan instructed with authority.
"Thank you, sir," responded the person on the other end of the conversation, and the call promptly ended. Jordan reached out, took hold of my free hand, and pulled me closer to him.
