Within twenty minutes of the phone call, Sarah had pulled her car up at the emergency room entrance to let Karli out.
“Go on, I’ll find you in there,” Sarah urged.
When the attendants saw a crying, extremely pregnant woman walking in so quickly, they started to bring a wheelchair over for her, thinking she was in labor.
“No... no,” she sobbed, trying to wave them off. “Not me... Jordan... where’s Jordan?”
“Karli,” she heard someone call out, and she swiveled her head to the left. A man in an EMT uniform with light brown hair and storm grey eyes was coming toward her.
“Hey. I’m Tim. Drove your moving van, remember? Come with me, Karli. This way.”
“Wait, Sarah’s coming,” she managed, and he nodded.
Sarah blasted through the door a few moments later, saw them, and paused for a split se
