Erin's POV
The phone went to voicemail again, but no message was left. Not even two seconds later, the same number called me back, making four calls in a row.
“Hello?” I barked; annoyance laced in my tone. I quickly pressed the phone to my ear, stepping just outside of the viewing room. I had been trying to maintain my professionality, but whomever this is, seems to want to throw a wrench in my plans.
“Am I speaking to Mrs. Erin Connolley?” a deep, male voice questioned.
“Yes, this is she.”
“My name is officer Cleric. We’ve been trying to reach you because your husband was involved in an accident this morning and has been taken to Portland General hospital,” the man explained.
Rowan was involved in an accident… Here in Portland? He was supposed to be on his business trip for anot
