33
GAVIN
I was f****d.
The wedding was off.
Whitley was gone.
No amount of texts or calls got me the answer to which hospital her dad had been taken to. So, there wasn’t even a way for me to storm in there and make this right. I was stuck in the middle of New York City, the city that never sleeps, with no answers.
“f**k,” I said for the hundredth time since I’d watched Whitley get into that car and drive away.
Someone else, likely English, had contacted the wedding planner and the rest of our friends about what had happened. Camden and Katherine came downstairs and took control like they owned the place. Which they did.
Katherine took one look at me and rushed everyone away from me. Camden took me by the arm and plopped me into a seat at the bar.
“Give him whatever he wants on me,
