I'm on the phone before I leave the office. It only rings twice before he answers.

"Hello."

His voice is tired, and he's unhappy in a way I've never known him to be.

"Hi," it's almost a whisper. I don't know what the right thing to say is.

"Where are you?" I ask automatically.

"Just left Maya at my house with Jake. I'm going to the hospital."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"You don't have to."

"I know, but I want to be with you," ...