CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Jordan
Jordan’s stomach flopped as the taxi pulled up to the hospital. Jared relayed all the info to her about which hospital Noah’s dad was in. She grabbed her carry-on bag that contained only enough items to get her through the night and hurried into the building. Searching for the wing Noah’s dad was in, she turned a corner to see Noah sitting there alone.
He was leaning forward, his elbows rested on his thighs, and his head hung down as he stared at his hands. He never even acknowledged her until she was standing over him.
Noah’s head snapped up; surprise filled his face. “Jordan?” His eyes gleamed with unshed tears. “What are you doing here?”
“Hey. Mind if I sit?” she asked softly, ignoring his question, and motioned to the empty seat next to him.
“How did you…
