Rohan started the movie when he came back out, but he didn’t say anything. It was near impossible for Kamila to enjoy the film, though. Even watching a delightful comedy while Anil made hilarious commentary in her ear didn’t help her forget what Rohan had said.
You don’t care about anyone but yourself, Kam.
This should have been an amazing night—all her friends gathered, watching a movie on a rooftop patio under the stars. But instead, it was soured because of Jana again.
About a half hour into the movie, Kamila’s phone rang. She checked the call display.
It was Jana Suleiman.
Absolutely not. Hadn’t Jana already done enough tonight? Why was she calling Kamila?
But curiosity got the better of her and she answered the phone.
“Kamila,” Jana said, sounding like she was in a car. “When I got home, your dad was complaining about chest pains. I’m taking him to the hospital.”
Chapter 15
Kamila closed her eyes as her phone dropped out of her hands.
Chest pains. Hospital.
Suddenly there was someone at her feet. Taking the phone off her lap.
“This is Rohan,” he said into the phone. “What happened?”
Kamila didn’t hear what Jana said. Because that’s how phones worked. Someone was rubbing her back. Anil.
Dad is on his way to the hospital.That’s what Jana had told her.
Kamila’s hand went to her face, scrubbing away the sharp pain she felt over her whole self. She needed to pull herself together. She had to get there. She stood. “I need to be at the hospital.”
“They’re on their way to Sunnybrook. I’ll take you right now,” Rohan said, disconnecting the call.
“Rohan, you can’t take her,” Asha said. “We’ve all been drinking. Call an Uber.”
Kamila didn’t want an Uber. She looked at Rohan.Fix this, she wanted to say.Put out this fire.
But he couldn’t. It might be too late to fix anything.
Anil stood. “I’ve only had soda. I’ll take her.”
Rohan looked like he wanted to be the one to sweep in and save Kamila—because that was what he did. He was there for his friends. Whether it was because he felt obligated to or whatever, he was still there.
But Asha was right. Kamila had just watched Rohan practically down a glass of wine in one sip.
“I’m coming with you,” Rohan said.
“No, it’s fine,” Kamila said. His words from earlier hadn’t lost their sting. He said she only cared about herself. Maybe Asha was right—shecoulddo this without him. She held his eyes for a minute. “Call my sister. Tell Shelina what’s going on.”
Rohan sighed. “Okay, but promise you’ll call me as soon as you know how he is.”
Kamila nodded and went inside with Anil. Asha followed them to the elevator. “I’ll take Darcy home with me,” Asha said. “Call me when you know anything. I can be at the hospital in twenty minutes if you need your best friend.”
“Thank you.” She hugged Asha, then stepped into the elevator.
On the ride to the hospital in Anil’s Lexus, Kamila clutched the armrest tightly. Dad had to be okay. She’d accept nothing else.
“I’ll say a prayer for your father,” Anil said. “I really hope he’s fine.”
