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I smiled at the clients. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Izzy and Cam can answer any questions. I need to handle this and I’ll be right back.”
Izzy gave me a funny look. I shook my head, letting her know it wasn’t a big deal. I walked out of the conference room and quietly closed the door. “What is it?” I hissed. “I told you nothing was to disturb me.”
“It’s about your daughter and her nanny,” she said and thrust a post-it note with a phone number on it.
Initially, it never occurred to me it could actually be an emergency. My heart skipped a beat as my irritation was replaced by a sinking feeling of dread. My mind raced with a thousand possibilities as I hurried to my office, closing the door behind me.
With trembling hands, I reached for the phone and dialed the number my assistant had given me. Each ring felt like an eternity, amplifying my anxiety. Finally, a voice on the other end answered, and I held my breath.
“Police department.”
“This is Ramsey Young, I got a message to call you about my daughter,” I said. I stayed calm. The incident could be something as silly as a school lockdown drill or maybe they got locked out of the house.
“This is Officer Johnson from the Boston police department,” a firm yet sympathetic voice spoke. “I’m sorry to inform you that there has been a car accident involving your daughter and her nanny. They have been taken to UMass hospital for treatment.”
Shock coursed through my veins as the words registered in my mind. The world seemed to blur, and for a moment, I couldn’t find my voice. My daughter, my precious girl, and Dee were hurt. Everything else became insignificant in that moment.
“Are they… are they going to be okay?” I managed to stammer, my voice strained with a mix of fear and desperation.
Officer Johnson’s voice softened, offering a sliver of reassurance. “The medical team is doing everything they can,” he replied gently. “It was a pretty bad accident, but they’re receiving the best care.”
I thanked the officer, my voice choked with emotion, and hung up the phone. The weight of the situation bore down on me, suffocating my thoughts. I leaned against my desk, my mind flooded with memories of my daughter’s laughter, her innocent smile that could light up even the darkest room. Guilt gnawed at me as I realized how insignificant the business meeting, the clients, and the deal suddenly seemed. My priorities had shifted in an instant, crystallizing the importance of the ones I loved.
With a heavy heart, I grabbed my phone and keys, leaving everything else. “Tell Izzy I’m at UMass,” I said to my assistant as I rushed out of the office, leaving behind the chaos of the business world. In that moment, my only focus was reaching the hospital, where my daughter and Dee might be fighting for their lives. Nothing else mattered.
My heart raced as I arrived at the hospital, my mind clouded with worry and fear. The frantic drive through the city streets seemed endless, every passing second feeling like an eternity. I rushed through the entrance, my eyes darting around in search of any information.
I approached the reception desk, my voice shaky as I tried to convey the urgency of the situation. “Please, my daughter was brought in after a car accident. I need to know how she is.”
“What’s her name?” she asked.
“Lily, Lily Young,” I said. “She was brought in with her nanny, Dee, Deanna Rich. I need to see them.”
The receptionist’s sympathetic eyes met mine, but she shook her head gently. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t have any information at the moment. They are still evaluating your daughter’s condition.”
“And Dee?”
She cringed. “I’m sorry, sir, but I can only speak to family.”
“I need to see my daughter,” I said again.
She looked at her screen. “It looks like she’s undergoing a CT scan. I’ll let her nurse know you’re here.”
“CT scan?” I whispered, every fear I ever imagined coming to life in that moment.
“Yes, please, have a seat and I’ll have the nurse come find you as soon as she can,” the woman said.
Frustration surged through me, my anxiety intensifying with every passing moment. I paced back and forth in the waiting area, my mind flooded with worst-case scenarios. Time seemed to slow down, each minute feeling like an eternity as I anxiously waited for any news.
Finally, a nurse appeared, her kind eyes offering a glimmer of hope. “Are you Mr. Young?” she asked, her voice authoritative.
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, that’s me. How is my daughter? Can I see her?”
The nurse nodded. “Follow me.”
She led me down a maze of corridors until we reached the x-ray department. The door creaked open, revealing a sterile room filled with medical equipment. There, lying on the examination table, was my precious daughter, her face etched with pain and confusion.
Relief washed over me as I approached her, fighting back tears. I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “Oh, sweetheart, Daddy’s here,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and overwhelming love.
