I nodded, unable to speak. I walked back to Micah, who was gnawing on a graham cracker a nurse had given him. “She’s okay,” I whispered to him.
He slumped against me, the tension finally leaving his tiny frame.
Just as I let myself believe the worst was over, the charge nurse approached me. Her face was unreadable. “Mr. Mercer? Can you step out here for a moment?”
I followed her into the hallway.
“We ran a routine family notification trace,” she said softly. “Another hospital flagged the mother’s information. Your ex-wife was admitted to Nashville General very early Saturday morning.”
My blood ran cold. “Admitted? For what?”
“She was in a severe car accident,” the nurse said. “She came in as a Jane Doe. Unconscious. The man driving the vehicle fled the scene on foot before paramedics arrived.”
