SILAS’S POV
Eight hours flying and thirty minutes trying to get the airport paparazzi out of my way, I sat in my Audi, speeding down the lanes of New York.
I was jet lagged as hell.
My eyes were heavy and my head had this damned ringing sound that made it so f*****g unbearable to think.
But I couldn’t stop.
I had to see Mother as soon as possible.
Oh she must be so very scared. Sylvia would’ve cried her eyes out, worried to death. I had spent the entire flight, thinking about the possible reasons why my mother could have suffered a heart attack, but I couldn’t come up with one.
Not one.
She had a nurse who tended to her--a cook who was supposed to tend to her but she was too stubborn for her own good and could still insist on making her own meals. I could imagine her green eyes f
