Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Hey, have you seen Camden?” I asked Court.
He frowned and then darted his gaze around. “No, I haven’t.”
“That’s weird.”
I pulled away from my girls. My heart was in my throat. Was he… with Fiona? It didn’t make sense. She was here with Kurt. He and I were on strong footing. Why did my mind always go to the worst-case scenario? My breathing became erratic as I searched him out in the crowd. I didn’t know why I was freaking out, but I couldn’t keep it in check. A long, long lifetime of fears coiled in my belly. I hated having these fears, but I knew only time would make them better.
I was still looking for him when I felt a hand on my elbow.
“Katherine!”
I looked up at Penn in surprise. “Hey, have you seen Camden?”
“That’s why I came to find you.”
I braced for the worst. “What happened?”
“His sister just went into labor.”
I stumbled back in surprise. “Wait… what?”
“Candice went into labor. I saw her with some medical staff. Camden sent me to find you.”
“He sent you?” I asked in shock.
“Yeah. Come on. I think, they’re heading to the hospital.”
I took one step after him, trying to draw air into my lungs, but everything felt unsteady. I hadn’t had enough to eat. I couldn’t breathe. Something settled on my shoulders, and before I knew what was happening, blackness tipped into my vision. And everything else was lost.
32
Camden
“Look, you can take the limo,” I told Lars as I bent over my pregnant sister.
Her water had broken minutes earlier, and now, she was standing in a puddle of goo. The bottom half of her silk dress destroyed.
I turned to the EMT. “What’s the closest hospital?”
“NewYork-Presbyterian,” the woman said at once. “We have an ambulance nearby. We can take her ourselves.”
“Is it that serious?”
The woman considered it and then shook her head. “Only if you want a rush job. If you don’t care how long it takes, then your limo should do the trick. This is a first birth. I would say, at the minimum, she has another twelve hours of labor ahead of her.”
Candice moaned. “Get me the fuck out of here. I don’t care where I go.”
“Honey, we don’t have a birth plan for this hospital,” Lars interjected.
And my sister looked at him as if she were going to filet him alive. “Lars, get me to a fucking hospital.”
“Yes, honey,” Lars said automatically. “I’ll call the doula on the way.”
Good man. That was the right answer.
“We can help you out to the limo,” the EMT said.
I didn’t hear Candice’s response. I’d turned to see where the hell Katherine was. I didn’t know if she’d want to go with Candice or if she’d want to wait until the baby was born and then we could meet her at the hospital. But I didn’t see her. And I’d sent fucking Penn Kensington of all people to locate her. Where the fuck was he?
Then I saw someone else running toward me—Natalie Bishop.
“Camden,” she said breathlessly as she teetered to a stop in her heels. “Katherine just… passed out.”
Everything froze inside of me at those words.
“What happened?” I asked with lethal calm.
“I don’t know. Penn went to get her for you, and when they headed over here, she fainted.”
I straightened as everything came into sharp focus.
I knew it.
I fucking knew it.
Katherine was sick. People didn’t recover from anorexia. It was a mental illness. They learned to live with it. And she had learned to live with it, but it had gotten worse. I’d asked her about it to see if she knew how much worse she’d gotten. I’d been planning to find a way to get her into therapy after this weekend, but I was fucking late.
And now, she exhibited one of the biggest signs. Dizziness and fainting were what I’d been looking out for. She was sick again. The anorexia had never left. Not really. But it was worse than it had been before we were together.
This ended now. I’d just gotten her. I couldn’t lose her.
“Take the limo,” I told Lars dismissively and came to Natalie’s side. “Show me where they are.” I pointed at the EMTs. “Come with us.”
Natalie nodded and headed back the way that she had come. The EMTs followed quickly behind me. A girl fainting appeared to be higher priority than my sister going into labor. Good.
We didn’t go far before I saw Kensington on the floor with my wife pillowed in his lap. Something hitched in my chest. A molten magma that was ready to spew up out of me and destroy everything in its path. But of course, I couldn’t direct that at Penn right now. Because the real problem was my wife… lying there, unconscious.
“What happened?” I demanded as we all rushed over.
Penn looked up at me with wide eyes and shook his head. “I have no idea. I came to get her for you, and she just fell. I barely caught her in time.”