Only minutes before we’d been laughing and teasing, and now he looked like someone had just killed his dog. I had to admit it scared me.Luke was silent as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the line. I wished he’d respond so that I could get some idea as to what the call was about. Obviously the news was not good, but there were so many possibilities, and I didn’t know him well enough to make an educated guess.“Okay, thanks for calling. Hopefully you can get ahold of his mom soon, but I’ll see what I can do.” He ended the call, his head still in his hands. He pushed one hand through his hair before looking up at me with glossy eyes.“What is it? What’s wrong?” I asked.“It’s Marty,” he breathed. “He’s in the hospital.”Who’s Marty? I hadn’t heard Luke talk about a Marty before, but clearly he was someone very important to him. I groaned silently in frustration. These were things that wives knew about their husbands. They knew the people closest to the man they’d married and didn’t have to guess or ask who a person was in a time of obvious distress.
