SPADE
“Please, call my mom?” she said before she was brought into one of the emergency rooms, and her hand pulled away from my grasp.
I instantly called her mom and informed her which the hospital we were at.
“Is she okay?” Denise asked right away.
“Yes, but I can’t tell until she gets checked up.”
“I’m on my way.”
“Wait there, Mrs. Sharpe. Let me send my driver. His name is Quinton. Please, wait for him. By the time he arrives at your home, Robyn will be transferred to a private room.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kolby.”
“You’re welcome.” I just talked to my mother-in-law, and she called me Mr. Kolby instead of Spade or son. Robyn and I literally hid our relationship from her, and it was a blow of guilt to my chest.
I called Wave to give me updates, even though it was just a few minutes aft
