Genevieve’s heart was racing faster than the cab she was in.
Her hands gripped the seat she perched on and her chest was laden with worry and regret. She squeezed her fists together until veins bulged out of the back of her palms. She should have picked his calls and never should have aired him the way she did. Her anger and jealousy had gotten the better of her. What could have possibly happened to him? He seemed totally fine when she had left him the previous night, and now this?
“Oh, Gen, what the hell have you done?” she chastised herself for the entire ride until the car arrived at the hospital.
She rushed out of the cab, paid the driver off and the latter was shocked that the lady left her change with him. She rushed into the hospital to meet a crowded lobby. She grimaced at the s
