I pay the driver extra to ignore all traffic laws. Some physics laws, too, judging by the way we’re zooming through the city.
I try to reach Kallie the whole drive over, but her phone’s off.
Please, let him be okay. For the rest of the drive, I swing wildly between the five stages of grief.
It’s not that late after all. Denial.
Why the hell didn’t Yulian wake me up?! Anger.
Maybe Kallie’s still there. Maybe she’s called Reese to take over. Maybe she brought Eli with her to the hospital. Maybeshe didn’t have a shift at all and they’re both still asleep. Maybe they’re making pancakes. Bargaining.
I’m such a horrible mom. How could I fall asleep like that? How could I let last night happen at all? Depression.
“Ms. Winters.” Howard Lee greets me from my own door in his perfe
