“Death?” I shook my head. “No, not death. He’s okay.”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out, and I shook her harder.
“He’s okay, Nicole.” I wasn’t asking anymore. I was telling her. Because I couldn’t accept any other option.
“I… I don’t know,” she whispered.
“I have to go to him,” I said, rushing for the door.
“They wouldn’t tell me.”
It was the last thing I heard before I left the apartment.