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I can vividly remember Spencer briefing us on our client. Her full name was right there in the documents and I just glanced over it. I’m the guy on this team that preaches about not missing the little things and I missed the biggest fucking one. Her goddamn name…the timeline….all of it. I missed all the signs and now she's gone. It all adds up so perfectly now that the evidence is smacking me in the face.
“Fuck,” Maddox breathes, his eyes widening and looking wild, “She…she was in the kitchen doorway. She heard us talking when you said she was a job. She looked so fucking…devastated.”
I can almost feel the steam rushing out of my ears as I look at my best friend and feel so much fucking betrayal, “Why the fuck didn't you say anything?”
He looks so guilty, his shoulders are slumped and he has lines creasing his forehead. If I wasn’t so fucking pissed off at his blatant betrayal I would feel bad.
“I thought…I didn't know,” he mumbles, raking his hand through his short-cropped hair, “I just thought she was a good woman and you weren't ready. If…if I had known she was…”
“FUCK!” I yell, my mind racing. I grip the back of my neck and start pacing the kitchen.
Not only did I lose my girl, but she thought that I was using her. She thinks that I didn't have feelings and that she was only a job. My words at the time were not meant to harm. I just wanted time…to figure out if she felt the same way. But I can't imagine how fucking hurt she must have been to overhear us. Is that…fuck, no. That's not why she left, right?
I pull out my phone and text Spencer for the thousandth time. Even knowing that he might be in trouble, I can’t stop myself from raging at him. I know it’s fucked up and wrong but I need to be angry at someone. More than anything I know I should be angry at myself but I can’t seem to function. I’m losing my mind. My heart and my head are straining against each other as I type out messages.
Wolf:Where the fuck are you?
Wolf:She’s gone and now you decide to go on a fucking vacation?
Wolf:Dude…I need your help. Please. Where are you?
Sebastian claps a hand on my shoulder, a silent show of support as Maddox stands to grip my other shoulder as he promises, “We’ll find her.”
I nod, even though I feel like I don't believe his words. It would be some kind of sick twist of fate that I lose Dakota right when I find out she’s…my sunshine. That my own shitty denial turned out to be the thing that ruins our chance.
"I've never felt this way about anyone," I confess, the words feeling like shards of glass on my tongue. I don't know why itfeels like saying it out loud to anyone but her is a fucking crime. She deserves to hear this herself. But I need to say it. I need the entire world to hear about my feelings. “She's...she's everything. And I didn't even see it coming."
???
The sharp ring of the phone slices through the silence of the kitchen. All three of us lunge for the phone but I grip it first, answering without even looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?" My voice sounds foreign to my ears, laced with an unease I can't quite shake.
The voice on the other end is terse and professional. “Sir, is this Damian Wofle?”
“It is,” I respond in a monotonous tone, glancing down to see an unknown caller ID.
“Sir, we have Mr. Spencer Daniel’s in our emergency room. He has listed you as his Emergency Contact,” the voice drones on and on but all I can hear is ringing in my ears.
The floor might as well have dropped from beneath me. Spencer…is hurt. In the goddamn hospital. Because losing Dakota to that sick fuck wasn't enough. The details that follow are a blur, the voice on the line fading in and out as my mind races, trying to piece together how this could have happened.
My initial shock quickly gives way to action. “What hospital?” I bark out.
I need to see him, to be there, to somehow make this right. He probably has answers that I need. He could be the link thatwe need in order to find Dakota. He could have some clue or information or-
“Denver Presbyterian,” the voice replies, and I hang up before anything else can be said.
My mind is fucking reeling. Spencer is in fucking Denver. He’s forty five minutes away from us. I’m at a loss for words, my feet feel like they have been glued to the floor. There are so many questions running rampant through my head but I can’t seem to function. It’s like my head is in a fog.
I’m shaken out of my stupor by Maddox gripping my shoulders tightly and forcing me to look at him. “Sebastian went to wake up Aiden, shake it off. You need to be strong. He can’t see you losing your mind.”
I nod, stealing myself. I have to be strong. I have to be the pillar for Aiden. He can't lose his mom and his uncle in one day…and he sure as shit can't see me fall apart when he's going to need me.
Seb comes up the hall with a sleepy Aiden and we bundle him into warm clothes before getting him in the SUV. He doesn't speak or ask questions. I can see the devastation on his face like he knows what is happening. It feels like he has come to a conclusion and is already shutting down.
“Aid, we’re going to see Uncle Spencer,” I say, needing him to feel some kind of safety but also wanting to be honest, “He’s hurt, in the hospital. But he's okay.”
Aiden glances up from his fidgeting hands and nods, “He’s okay?”
