"In that case, just be frank with him!" said Mike raising his voice. "Tell him that Shea is still alive, let him worry and suffer! It's better than letting him hate you!"

"I can't get through to him. I haven't been able to get through to him since last night. I've been calling him until now. He probably won't use this number again." She spoke in a hoarse and nasal voice without trying to hide her helplessness and grief. "Mike, I feel like my heart is dead."

"Like hell it is! Even if he is your life, you still have three children!" Mike snapped. "When is Shea's surgery? Is it scheduled yet?"

"Tomorrow, if all goes well." She took a deep breath and said, "I talked to Shea last night. She's just as innocent and kind as she always was. She misses Elliot dearly, and I promised her I'd bring her to meet him if her operation is successful. But I can't contact Elliot anymore..."

"You might not be able to contact him, but perhaps someone else can. In the meantime, take a deep breath and cal