ROBYN
“What is it?” I, too, mirrored her reaction, even if I didn’t know yet what scared her.
She then shared her phone with me, showing me the headline on the news. “Lex Kross had a heart attack. Didn’t he have a kidney transplant years ago?”
“Yes. Oh, my God. Is he okay?”
“Yeah, I think so. No wonder Spade couldn’t come.” Piper’s voice laced with concern, squeezing my arm. “Are you okay, babe? God, he must be going crazy right now.”
No, I’m not okay. I was stuck in bed, suffering from the pain of a stab wound, while my husband was there, hurting, enduring the pain alone.
“He still chose to be with that man rather than his wife,” Mom said vilely.
I scolwed at her. In her defense, she didn’t know what Lex to Spade, and I felt like Spade deserved some respect.
“You’re being irrati
