CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Seventy-Two Hours Missing
As William rushed through the automatic doors, the cold, sterile aroma hit him like anesthetic straight to his heart. The scent overwhelmed his senses taking him back to the dozens of times he showed up in this very place as a kid with injuries no one seemed to question. He was just an active boy, they’d said.
Still, he searched the ER frantically having received the text from Sondra that he needed to head there.
He made his way to the window marked ‘Check In’ and knocked hastily on the glass. “Addison Hartman. I’m looking for my wife. Her name is Addison Hartman,” he said urgently.
The nurse tilted her head to the side and then hesitantly checked her screen before meeting his gaze. “I’m afraid I don’t have anyone here by that name,” she told
