Charles's voice came through the line, too loud in Emma's ear.
“Where are you?" he repeated. “I've been calling you for days. No one would tell me anything. Barbara hung up on me. Are you okay? How bad was the accident? Is the baby—"
Emma pressed the phone a little farther from her ear. “I'm alive," she said. “The baby's stable. That's all you need to know."
On the other side of the room, Adam quietly stood up from the edge of the bed. He didn't try to listen in, but he didn't leave either. He just waited, hands in his pockets, eyes steady on her face.
“I want to see you," Charles said. “In person. We need to talk."
“I don't think we do," Emma said.
“Please," he said, and the word startled her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd heard him say it without sounding like he was st
