The caller ID displayed the main numb

cross the back of her neck. She pressed the g

" she w

"Your father, August Mills, was just brought into the ER. He jumped

s numb fingers and landed he

s couldn't breathe. Her chest seized, an

aned forward instantly, scooping the phone off the floor. H

eyes were wide, unblink

the back of Bruno's seat. "New York-Pres

xis back against the leather seat. Bruno slammed his foot on the gas, blowing thr

is's shallow, ragged breathing. She gripped the seatbelt across her

arm hand clamped over her icy, trembling fingers

rectly in front of the brigh

. She threw herself out into the cold air. Her legs, weak fro

ing hard into the rough stone. The s

auling her up against his side. He half-carried, half-dragged her thr

down the linoleum hallway toward the fl

the doors, the red

ng off a blood-soaked surgical mask. He looked at the s

s buckled. She collapsed onto the cold, har

al scream ripped t

rom the waiting area. Her hair was wil

knees, reaching out, wanting to hold her m

e lunged forward and shoved

rejection, Harriette swung her arm. Her palm connec

t corridor. Alexis's head snapped to the s

finger at Alexis's face. "You and your filthy divorce!

the hallway turned to s

pared to the sensation of her heart being ripped out of her chest. She couldn't speak.

the hallway, the t

eyes were pitch black, radi

between her and the staring crowd. He looked down at Harriette. He didn't say a wor

arm under her knees and the other behind her back. He lifted her

in. Two nurses wheeled out a gurney. A crisp