PAIGE
I’m numb as I sit in the backseat of my town car and Jeremy weaves in and out of rush-hour traffic.
“Get to the hospital right now. Your mother just collapsed.”
The thing that worries me the most is not what Dad said but how he said it. He sounded frantic, more frantic that I’ve ever heard him.
It’s been a week since Travis and I got back from Paris. I actually felt guilty about not spending my 30th with my family. Especially considering the very real possibility that this could be the last birthday I have with my mother, but I chose to go anyway. Now the mountain of guilt bearing down on me is excruciating.
I told my family I was going to Paris with my boyfriend. Despite their inquiries into who I was dating, I didn’t tell them. That is the other thing I feel guilty about. Mom
