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But I can’t move. I’m frozen to the spot, imagining every nightmare that couldhappen.
Please let everything be okay with mybabies.
Please let everything be okay withme.
Please. Please.Please.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Dallas
I’ve been pacingthe floor in my kitchen for what seems like hours. I fed Maven dinner, and she passed back out an hour ago. Her fever has gone down, which is arelief.
I’ve tried calling Willow countless times. At first, it was going straight to voice mail. It’s ringing now, but she’s not answering, so I get her voice mailagain.
When my phone rings fifteen minutes later, I quickly hit the Accept button without even looking at the caller ID. “Hello?” I rushout.
“Dallas!” Lauren screeches. “You need to get to the hospital rightnow.”
“What?” I stutter out. “What’s goingon?”
“Willow is here. They brought her in about ten minutesago.”
My stomach drops. “How do you know? Did she callyou?”
“Oh, gee, I don’t know, maybe because I work here. Get here fast, and I’ll explain everything. I’ve got to get back to mypatients.”
“I’ll be there as soon as Ican.”
I hang up, and my hands are shaking when I dial Hudson. “Youbusy?”
“Nope, just parked on the couch, watching sports and waiting for Stella to get home. You want me to come hang out with you and my sick niece?” He must’ve not heard the urgency in myvoice.
“Can you come watch Maven forme?”
He catches on now. “What’s goingon?”
“Lauren said Willow got admitted to theER.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Whatfor?”
“I don’t know. Lauren wouldn’t tell me over the phone.”That means, it’s not fuckinggood.
“I’ll be there in five, sooner if Ican.”
“Thankyou.”
I call Willow’s phone again. It rings. Then, voice mail. A million reasons why she’s there flash through me. If it were contractions or something small, Lauren would’ve told me to ease mymind.
Why didn’t Willow call me? Why didn’t she let me know what’s wrong with our babies? It’s just as much my information as it ishers.
Because she’s fucking selfish, and I’m fuckingpissed.
* * *
Thirty minutes later,I’m pulling into the hospital parking lot. A bad taste fills my mouth as I run through the sliding glass doors. The last time I was here was when I said good-bye toLucy.
I nearly collide with the front desk and ignore everyone standing in line, cutting straight to the front. “Willow Andrews,” I blurt out. “I’m looking for Willow Andrews. Redhead. She’spregnant.”
