The entire drive, he was restless, kept glancing at his phone without thinking.
Every time before, after I'd been forced to give blood, I would call him the moment I regained consciousness. I'd tell him how much it hurt. I'd beg him to investigate what really happened all those years ago.
But this time, there was nothing. An eerie silence.
No missed calls. Not even a single text.
Agatha watched his distracted state, jealousy plain on her face.
"Blake, is Elaine still mad at you?"
"What if she really won't talk to you? Maybe I should go apologize to her and explain things?"
Blake's face twisted with irritation. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel.
"Apologize to her? She doesn't deserve it."
"Don't worry about her. Every time after the drug trials and blood draws, she puts on this pathetic half-dead act. I'm sick of it."
"You're leaving the country in three days. If she doesn't bother us, even better. That way I can focus on spending time with you."
He snatched up his phone like a man possessed, jaw clenched, and blocked every single one of my contact methods.
For the next few days, he stayed glued to Agatha's side. He didn't think of me once.
It wasn't until the third night that he finally, almost as an afterthought, picked up his phone and pulled up my number.
Before he could even dial, a call came in from Nathan.
"Mr. Gilbert, you need to come to the hospital right away. Something might have happened to your wife."
"We've been standing guard outside the door for three days like you ordered. There hasn't been a single sound from inside the room, and the smell keeps getting worse."
"It's like... something's rotting in there. Sir, is it possible she's already dead?"
Blake frowned, about to respond, when Agatha came stumbling toward him.
Her face was white with panic, phone clutched in her trembling hand, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.
"Blake, the cemetery manager just called me. Someone smashed my parents' headstone!"
"Was it Elaine? If she hates me, I'll go die, just please, can you ask her not to do this to my mom and dad?"
Blake froze for a split second. Then his eyes turned vicious.
"That bitch Elaine actually did something like this. She's truly lost her mind."
He drove his fist into the wall, then whipped around and snarled into his phone.
"Get people over there right now. Dig up that bitch's mother's ashes."