ALEXANDER

Annie knows who is behind this, I thought as I followed the nurse to the waiting area.

I stepped in just as Rubby was wheeled into the operating room. Her body was bandaged and broken, quite similar to my heart, only that my heart had no bandages on it. It was broken and bleeding.

For a second, I felt this was some kind of joke. A cruel joke maybe. It shouldn't be happening, I thought. But it was, and all I could do was watch and hope she would make it out alive.

I had ...