Leah
It didn’t take long to reach the hospital.
After parking in the crowded lot, I stepped out into the cold evening air and drew in a steadying breath, forcing my shoulders back. He’s going to be okay, I told myself again and again, as if repetition might make it true.
Inside, the emergency department buzzed with quiet urgency. I approached the reception desk, keeping my voice even.
“I’m looking for Edward Lockhart,” I said. “He was brought in after a car accident.”
The receptionist glanced up, concern flickering across her face. “Are you a relative?”
“Yes,” I replied. “He’s my father.”
She nodded and typed quickly. “He’s in the emergency department and has just been taken into surgery. Your family should be waiting down the hall.”
“Thank you,” I said, already moving.
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