Fiona:
"Hello?" I said who the owner of the number was.
"Is this Fiona?"
The voice was male, older, unfamiliar. My heart hammered against my ribs. "Who is this?"
"My name is Dr. Jude. I'm calling from St. Mary's General Hospital. I have a patient here who had your number listed as her emergency contact."
The world tilted. "What patient?"
"She goes by the name Zoe. She was brought in early this morning after being found at a fire scene. She's been asking for you."
I couldn't breathe. The air in Rafael's bedroom felt thin, like I was drowning in it. "She's alive?"
"She's alive, but her condition is critical. You need to come immediately."
"I'll be right there." I was already moving, grabbing clothes from Rafael's closet, pulling on jeans that were too long for me. "What happened to
