The tension in the room was suffocating.
The doctor turned and gave a small nod to one of the nurses. Moments later, the nurse returned, a phone already in hand. She stepped forward and held it out.
Estelle didn't hesitate. She grabbed it, her fingers tightening around the device. The call was already connected. She pressed it to her ear, and through the speaker, she heard the click of polished shoes. And she immediately knew.
"Tell him I'm right here," Estelle said quickly, skipping any greeting. "He's clearly spiraling because he doesn't know."
A pause stretched across the line before Magnus's voice came through, almost too calm. "He hasn't asked," he said. "And until he does, I won't tell him anything. That was your condition, wasn't it?"
Estelle's breath hitched, and for a second, her certainty faltered. He hasn't asked? Her brows pulled together as she shook her head, gripping the phone tighter. "That's not true," she insisted. "Then why is he like that? Tell me!"
