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Andrea wakes slowly. The nurse is gently shaking her arm. “Mrs. Hamilton, Mrs. Hamilton,” the nurse whispers, “Please wake up. Your husband is here.” She blinks groggily and looks around the room, but she doesn’t see Lance. Carefully, she stretches her arms and legs, but the sore muscles ache. She sits up and waits impatiently, but Lance doesn’t enter the room. “Well, where is he?” she asks the nurse. The nurse looks down at her shoes. “Mr. Hamilton is in the emergency room,” the nurse says. Andrea freezes. “The emergency room?” “Mr. Hamilton has been in an accident,” the nurse says. Andrea jumps to her feet, ignoring the pain in her body and runs out of the room barefoot. She barely notices the feel of the cold linoleum on her feet. The hall is too bright and everything seems to be s