Cassie’s POV
The cutlery fell out of my hand, making a loud noise as it hit the edge of the plate and the table at the same time.
My heart raced really hard against my chest. Regardless of whether they were good or terrible people, bad news was something that always affected my mental health.
“What??’” I uttered as I continued to stare at my husband in disbelief.
“How Terrible? Are they okay?” I asked. If someone who lived with me the entire time saw me speak like this, they would have probably thought I was a psycho for worrying about people who probably wish I were dead.
“Kelv didn’t say. All he said was that the accident was terrible and they’ve been rushed to the hospital.”
I was thinking of what could have happened when Shawn’s words crossed my mind again.
“They got into
