The call came just past midnight.
My phone vibrated across the desk, and I almost ignored it, another late message, another reminder of the life I wasn’t living. But something made me glance down.
Josh.
My stomach dropped.
I answered immediately.
“Josh?” My voice was hoarse.
“She’s in the hospital.”
I froze. “What happened?”
“She collapsed, she was pale, couldn’t catch her breath. They rushed her to the ER.”
I was already grabbing my coat, heart pounding in my chest like a warning bell. “Is she…? Is the baby…?”
“They don’t know yet. They’re keeping her for observation. She’s on bedrest now. Monitored. They’re worried about placental abruption. They said it could go either way.”
I stopped breathing.
“I thought you should know,” Josh added. “Whether you come or not is up to you.
