“Emily.”
“What’s going on with her?”
“I don’t know exactly.” He finally looked at me, and I saw it then. Pure panic.
Not anger.
Not performance. Panic. “She was in labor.
They said there were complications.
They said I need to come now.”
He dragged a hand over his face, obviously stressing and tired. “I was on a delivery route.
I missed the first two calls because my phone was in the cup holder and I couldn’t hear it over the road. When I called back, the nurse said, ‘Where are you?
She keeps asking for you.’”
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