Chapter Seventeen
“Mr. Rodriguez, what’s happened?” My voice is hoarse and thick with unshed
tears. Ray. Sweet Ray. My dad.
“He’s been in a car accident.”
“Okay, I’ll come . . . I’ll come now.” Adrenaline has flooded my bloodstream,
lea一ving panic in its wake. I’m finding it difficult to breathe.
“They’ve transferred him to Portland.”
Portland? What the hell is he doing in Portland?
“They airlifted him, Ana. I’m heading there now. OHSU. Oh, Ana, I didn’t see
the car. I just didn’t see it . . .” His voice cracks. Mr. Rodriguez—no!
“I’ll see you there.” Mr. Rodriguez chokes and the line goes dead. A dark
dread seizes me by the throat, overwhelming me. Ray. No. No. I take a deep
steadying breath, pick up the phone and call Roach. He answers on the
second ring.
“Ana?”
“Jerry. It’s my father.”
“Ana, what happened?”
I explain, barely pausing to breathe.
“Go. Of course, you must go. I hope your father’s okay.”
“Thank you. I’ll keep you informed.” Inadvertently I slam the phone down, but
right now couldn’t care less.
“Hanna!” I call, aware of the anxiety in my voice. Moments later she pokes
her head around the door to find me packing my purse and grabbing papers
to stuff into my briefcase.
“Yes, Ana?” She frowns.
“My father has been in an accident. I ha一ve to go.”
“Oh dear—”
“Cancel all my appointments today. And Monday. You’ll ha一ve to finish
prepping the e-book presentation—notes are in the shared file. Get Courtney
to help if you ha一ve to.”
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“Yes,” Hanna whispers. “I hope he’s okay. Don’t worry about anything here.
We’ll muddle through.”
“I ha一ve my BlackBerry.”
The concern etched on her pinched, pale face is almost my undoing. Daddy.
I grab my jacket, purse, and briefcase. “I’ll call you if I need anything.”
“Do, please. Good luck, Ana. Hope he’s okay.”
I give her a small tight smile, fighting to maintain my composure, and exit my
office. I try hard not to run all the way to reception. Sawyer leaps to his feet
when I arrive.
“Mrs. Grey?”
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