Miriam’s POV

The sound of his phone ringing woke me up. I checked it and it was his mother. In the process of checking the caller ID, I accidentally picked the call.

“Hello, my son?” She asked. “I’ve been so worried about you.”

“It’s not him…”

“Who are you and what are you doing with his phone?” I heard the same fire in her son’s voice.

“It’s me, Miriam,” I replied timidly.

“Miriam, who?”

“I am Lazar’s wife. He’s in the hospital right now, in a coma.”

“What? Are you serious? What hospital is he in?” She fired the questions rapidly at me.

“I will send the address to you...