Chapter 14
“I came as soon as I could. What’s going on?” Paisley demanded.
Caleb scrubbed a hand down his face. “Fiona’s in surgery.”
“Oh my God.” Her gaze strayed to Emerson, who sat across the waiting room, arms wrapped around herself, rocking in one of the molded plastic chairs. “What happened?”
“Fi found out about us tonight. It didn’t go well, and she left upset. Emerson missed her call to apologize, and the voicemail she left cut off when she got T-boned.” He’d worked more accident scenes than he could count, had seen more than one as they happened—including the one that had taken Micah’s life. But nothing had ever shaken him the way hearing Fiona’s voice cut off with a crash and the sound of shattering glass. Nothing except the absolute anguish on Emerson’s face as she heard it
