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Shit. Should I answer truthfully or make up a lie?
Then I remember … Lex. His wife’s name. I can use her.
“Anne,” I say. “Anne De Vos.”
The woman licks her lips and checks something on her computer.
Has Lex’s wife never come here?
I hope not, or she’ll surely know I’m not her.
“The man I’m looking for is kind of huge. He’s got a lot of scars,” I say, trying not to panic. “Hard to miss.”
It only makes her narrow her eyes even further. “Well, since you’rehiswife,” she murmurs, rolling her eyes as she taps onto the keyboard. “I may be able to make an exception to our rules here.”
I’m amazed at my ability to lie as I smile through this awkward conversation. But the moment someone dressed in all black appears from a tiny hallway in the back, I panic and turn around to face the wall.
The woman looks at me like I’ve lost my mind while I’m sweating profusely as the guard walks by and heads out the door.
I blow out a sigh of relief when he’s gone.
“You okay, ma’am?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I muse. “I’m fine. Just a little nauseous.” I wave it off like it’s no big deal, throwing my hair back over my shoulder. “I can’t stand the look of my husband’s employees.”
She smiles awkwardly but still continues searching on her computer.
I don’t think my lie will hold much longer.
“Ah, I see it now.”
Those words make my eyes become almost glued to the screen.
“He’s here?” My heart skips a beat.
“Well, he was.”
The disappointment strikes almost instantly. “Oh …”
I feel like someone just ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it.
“I’ve seen him come in, but I never saw him leave,” she mutters. “Not on my schedule anyway. Must’ve been one of my coworkers at the desk then.”
I can’t stop myself from asking the one question that’s been on the tip of my tongue since I stepped foot inside this clinic. “Is he still alive?”
She throws me a bewildered look. “I don’t know.”
She checks the screen again, scrolling through the data.
My fingers dig into the counter until it almost feels like my nails pop off.
“He lost a ton of blood. Lots of doctors were involved. I wasn’t there myself, but from the looks of it … probably not.”
I want to scream at the top of my lungs.
Instead, all that leaves my mouth is a simple, devastating whimper.
“Can I see the room?” I ask, my voice fluctuating in tone as I attempt to keep the tears at bay.
