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MY BRAIN completely shut down the moment I received a call from Dad.
This wasn’t happening all at once—my problem with Arella, my broken friendship with Brett, and my brother in the hospital bed.
Dad didn’t give many details about the accident, but he would never rush me to take the early flight to London if Clyve wasn’t in a critical condition. I knew Dad when it came to my brother—his favorite son.
The cool air of London seeped through my skin as I stepped outside the airport. I shivered at the thought of my brother. My dad’s driver, Aldrich drove us immediately to the hospital.
“Relax, Skipper. Your brother will be fine.” Mum gripped my arm as soon as the receptionist told us where was the room of my brother. She insisted on coming with me, and I knew how she felt about
