I went to surprise my husband at the hospital with his lunch. His colleague looked at me with tears in his eyes and said: « He hasn’t told you anything, has he? »

So that I could either forgive him properly, or finally be allowed to be angry.

I drove over imagining his face.

And the second I walked through those doors, something was wrong.

At the nurses’ station there was a woman I have known for six years — I went to her daughter’s christening — and she stopped smiling the moment she saw me.

I said: is Soren about? And please don’t warn him, he’ll only say I shouldn’t have bothered.

She glanced at the nurse next to her.

Neither of them said anything, and neither of them looked at me. They looked at each other.

My smile went.

I said: has something happened to him? Where is he?

Still nothing.