Celia sat on the couch, but her focus wasn’t on the television glowing quietly in front of her. She stared just above it, her thoughts far from whatever show was playing. She knew Rafael had left earlier, but something about it had felt off. It wasn’t a normal kind of leaving, there had been no casual goodbye, no promise to be back soon.
Her heart jumped when her phone suddenly rang. She snatched it up without looking, and the moment she heard Mason’s voice, her chest tightened.
“Rafael would love for you to come,” he said, his voice steady but urgent. “Just meet any of the drivers around and tell them to take you to the hospital.”
Celia’s eyes widened. “The hospital? Is there no name for it?”
There was a pause on the other end, then Mason said gently, “Celia, just tell him that, okay
