Chapter Thirty-Eight ~ Chloe
“Hey,” I said softly as I walked into the hospital room. “How are you?”
I’d spent the night tossing and turning as I replayed my outburst, Reardon’s reaction, and his final words. I felt guilty for unleashing on him the way I had, and flattered, yet saddened by his words.
“Good morning,” Zoey said, her eyes tired, but her face happy.
“Where are Evie and Gabe?”
“Oh, he’s giving her a bath in the nursery.”
I nodded and pulled up the seat next to her bed.
“Actually, I asked him to give us a few minutes so we could talk.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked, panic filling me at the thought of something being wrong with her or Evie.
“That’s what I want to know,” Zoey said, and her big brown eyes that were a reflection of my own pinned me with their gaze.
“What did he
