“The super let me in.”
It was probably a dumb response to her shock at seeing him, but Porter wasn’t at his sharpest. He’d travelled more than half the night to get to California. By the time he’d landed―hours earlier than if he’d had to arrange his own flight, thank God―Genevieve had texted he should go straight to Maggie’s place because they’d be releasing her shortly, and he wouldn’t make it all the way to the hospital before then. The news had relieved a little of the sick worry that had gripped him all the way from Eden’s Ridge. If they were releasing her, it couldn’t be that bad. Could it?
But looking at Maggie now, seeing the dark circles under her eyes, the paler-than-usual skin, she seemed so very fragile. Worse, even, than when Joan had died. Lines of strain bracketed her mouth
