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“Yes.”
“Oh, thank God!” There’s rustling on the phone and her voice becomes muted, as if she’s holding the phone to her chest. “Richard, it’s Mila.”
“Woman, give me the phone.”
“No, I’m talking to her.”
“Sweetheart, this changes things, and I need you to work your magic. Please, add one more—”
Crystal and I just look at each other. They’re bickering is cute, and any other time I would giggle, but right now I want answers.
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Mila,” he breathes out, and I can almost make out the smile. “My Nick’s Mila?”
“Yes, and I am so sorry to bother you, but I’m worried about him. He hasn’t contacted me in almost two days and I—”
“It’s okay…more than okay to call us at any time and for anything. You have no idea how much this will mean to my son.”
“Is he okay?”
“We had no way of contacting you. Caroline lost your contact information.” His father and I speak in unison.
“It’s okay. All I need is to know that he’s busy and not hurt. That’s all I care about.” Maybe it’s rude to cut him off, but I’m close to my breaking point. My emotions are out of control. On a roller coaster that takes me high and then drops me low. He stays quiet for another minute and that sinking feeling is back, causing my throat to become tight. “Please…I need to know.”
Richard sighs, and it’s a heavy sound. “He’s alive but unconscious.”
“Oh God,” I whimper out, tears falling from my eyes. “What happened?”
“He and Evan—”
“Evan too?” Crissy chokes out, and I feel her pain.
“Crystal, I presume?”
“Yes.”
“Good, this makes it easier. I know this is hard, but I need you girls to focus on something. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” we manage to get out, our finger intertwined—clutching the other’s.
“They are alive, and their injuries aren’t life threatening. Both suffered from a head injury—gashes which did need stitches, but they are under the best care possible at a hospital an hour away from San Miguel. From what the doctors have told me, they are stable, and vitals look great.”
Caroline’s voice carries over the line, and all we can make out is we’ll take four seats and for tonight.
“How fast can you girls get to the airport?” Richard asks suddenly.
“From my house, it’s an hour.”
He hums at my reply. “Good.”
“Why?” Crystal interjects, feeling just as thrown for a loop as I am.
“Because your plane leaves in two hours. Don’t pack—we’ll figure that out when you land.”
“Land where?” What the hell is going on?
“California, girls. We leave for El Salvador tonight at midnight.”
