Drew stepped out into the sun from the double sliding glass doors of the building and just barely prevented himself from falling to his knees. He walked away from the entrance and took a deep breath. When he could manage to be calm, he switched on his cell phone. Frowning, he noticed he had a couple of missed calls.
He was about to call Steve, when his phone rang. His heart leaping, he answered, “Mark?”
“Drew. You answered.”
“Yeah, I…did you call earlier?”
“I did. What’s wrong? Are you okay? You sound upset.”
“I’m at the hospital.”
“Oh, no. Your stepfather?” Mark asked.
“No, my mom,” Drew said, practically choked on the words. “She collapsed. I don’t know what’s going on. I just stepped outside for a second to breathe and make some calls.”
“What hospital? I’ll come.”
“Hoag Memoria
