Clara grabbed the car keys and headed home.

Seeing the sparse ingredients in the fridge, she sighed. There was no way to make anything delicious, so soup would have to do.

An hour later, looking at the large pot of vegetable soup she had made, Clara felt relieved.

Worried that Matthew might be hungry in the hospital, she hurried to pack the soup and rushed to the hospital.

Just as she reached the door to his room, she heard Matthew's voice inside.

"Matthew, what ...