At first glance, Daniel thought he was seeing things.
Assuming he was still half-asleep, he rubbed his eyes. But when he looked again to his left, he saw the same person sitting calmly on a bench, waiting. It was then he realized something was very wrong.
Emma could have been in any other department of the hospital, and it would have been understandable. But not obstetrics and gynecology.
Without a second thought, he pulled out his phone and dialed Evan's number.
Evan was in the middle of his regular Wednesday morning meeting, listening to department heads report on their weekly progress.
The first time his phone rang, he saw it was Daniel.
He declined the call without hesitation.
But less than three seconds later, the phone rang again. Evan was about to do the same thing when a text message popped up on his screen.
[Daniel: Your wife is at the abortion clinic. Don't tell me you don't know Emma's pregnant!!!]
The screech of a chair scraping against the floor interrupted the marketing manager mid-sentence. He stared in confusion as his boss shot up from his seat and rushed toward the door.
"Mr. Cooper…"
"We'll discuss this later."
Without a moment's hesitation, the man pushed open the door and strode quickly away.
On the city expressways, Evan pushed the car up to nearly 120 miles per hour.
As he sped toward the hospital, his heart raced along with the car. He'd never felt anything like this before. His scalp tingled, and the moment he'd heard Emma was at the abortion clinic, he felt like his heart had stopped.
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