"I understand. Excuse me, I need to take food to Grandma."
Henry stood there stunned. In the past, whenever he hugged me, I would hold him with a smile, enjoying our intimacy.
He withdrew his hand in shock, finally catching the key words. "What's wrong with Caroline?"
I couldn't help but chuckle. When my grandmother passed out, he was wrapped in the arms of another woman. Yet, the first thing on Grandma's mind when she regained consciousness was Henry's absence.
I picked up the food and turned to leave, "Grandma is sick."
He seemed very anxious too. He put on his coat and wanted to follow me.
But before he could take a step outside, his phone rang.
He looked a bit nervous when he saw who was calling, but he answered anyway. I couldn't discern the conversation, but he was even more anxious than before.
After hanging up the phone, he walked away quickly. As if he'd just realized I was there, he touched his nose and said, "Sorry, Wendy, something's come up. You go ahead. I'll join you later."
Before I could utter a word, he had vanished into thin air.
Silently, I packed the food and made my way to see Grandma.