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From the restaurant, Wendy headed straight towards Mildenheath General Hospital. She wanted to get some more insight into the medical situation of Tanya Henderson — anything which could potentially help them with their inquiries.
Up on the ward, she found a very tired John Henderson sitting at his wife’s bedside. The bags under his eyes were growing ever more pronounced.
‘How are you holding up?’ she asked him.
He forced a smile, one which didn’t last very long before the muscles in his face succumbed once again to tiredness.
‘Any news from the doctors?’
John shook his head. ‘Nothing. Just seems to be a waiting game. How are the kids?’
‘They’re fine,’ Wendy replied. ‘The Aldridges are happy to keep an eye on them for as long as you’d like.’
‘Thanks. If we had other family closer
