It was enough air to keep me standing.
“Then tell me where my husband is.”
Captain Reyes pulled a chair away from the table.
I ignored it.
“He was taken to St. Matthew’s.”
My stomach dropped.
“Why?”
“He got hurt.”
The cake nearly slipped from my hands.
A firefighter named Grant rushed forward and caught the edge of the box before it hit the floor.
“I’ve got it,” he said quietly.
I let him take it.
My hands were shaking so badly that I couldn’t have held it much longer anyway.
“How badly?” I asked.
Captain Reyes looked directly at me.
“He was conscious when they transported him.”
That wasn’t an answer.
“How badly?”
“There was a warehouse fire this morning. Part of the interior structure gave way.”
My mouth went dry.
Captain Reyes continued carefully.
“Tyler and two others were inside. They got everyone out, but Tyler took the worst of the impact.”
I pressed one hand against my chest.
“He called me this morning.”
“I know.”
“He sounded fine.”
“That was before the call.”
