KINGSLEY'S POV
The hospital lights were too white. Too clean. Like they were trying to bleach out every bit of panic clawing through my chest.
I burst through the emergency doors so fast a nurse nearly dropped her clipboard.
"Where is she? Eleanor Roberts, where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking in a way I hated.
"Sir, please calm down." She said to me.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" I snapped, and immediately regretted the sharpness in my tone. She flinched. I dragged a hand down my face. "I'm sorry. Please, my mother. Where is she?" I asked patiently this time.
She pointed down the hall, and I was moving before she finished the sentence.
I found Felix first, pacing in front of a closed door like a man rehearsing an apology he hadn't earned. George sat slumped in a plastic chai
