DANIT
he phone rang. Dani’s hand shot out, searching the surface of the dresser. Two a.m. It could only be one person. Monica’s words tumbled out in a rush, and Dani wondered if Monica was anxious or high. God, Dani hoped not the latter.
“Who is it?” Barney mumbled from the far side of the bed.
“My sister,” Dani replied. “Monica, slow down, slow down. Where are you?”
“I just told you. I’m at the hospital,” Monica snapped. “I found Jack. Passed out. In his driveway. He was naked. Dehydrated, maybe? And . . . s**t, all messed up.”
“Is he still . . . ?” Dani couldn’t finish.
“Alive? Jesus. Dani, I would have told you straight up if Dad was dead,” Monica said. “Yes, of course, he’s alive.”
Dani turned on the lamp. “Jack’s in the hospital,” she told Barney.
“Again?” He pulled the pillow
