It felt like forever. Time ticked away but hardly a heartbeat joined it. We sat there immobilized in our fears. Then Quinn wiped his face and leaned back onto the carpet staring up to the ceiling.
Softly whispered words came from his motionless frame. “Why are you here?”
“Me?” I quietly asked.
“Yes. Why are you here Cathie? Why are you feeding me information about my future, but it is all too late?" He voice rose in decibels climaxing with his last two hurtful words.
Quinn didn’t wait for my answer before he swiftly pulled out his cell phone. I watched as he dialled and then held the phone to his ear. He spoke in French requesting to be directed to the third floor. I knew he was calling the hospital to check on Anna.
After the conversation was over, he put away his phone and quickly stood to his feet. I could not read his face. Other than his anger tightened jaw and his red eyes there was nothing new there.
“What did they say?” I asked cautiously.
