“You have no idea what you’re saying.”
“I know exactly what I’m saying.”
Julian shook his head.
“No. You don’t.”
The paramedics began rolling Audrey toward the service exit.
Julian tried to follow.
Diana placed a hand on his arm.
“You’re not going with her.”
“I’m the father.”
“And you locked her in a room during a medical emergency.”
A flash of shame crossed his face, but it disappeared almost immediately.
“I panicked.”
“You had time to find a private room, force her inside, and lock the door.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
Audrey turned her head on the stretcher.
“It was exactly like that.”
Julian looked at her.
For the first time, the confidence left his face.
“Audrey, please.”
The word stopped her.
Please.
He had said it hundreds of times in their marriage.
Please forgive me.
Please don’t make this awkward.