Oh, god. Bonnie.
My brother’s wife had been living with a heart condition and was scheduled for a major operation. I knew it was serious, but she was under the care of one of the best cardiothoracic surgeons in the country. She was in good hands. It would be fine.
“Right. Okay, I’ll call Sebastian, too.”
“Let me know how your plan works out.”
“I will. And, Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. For caring. And… you know. For everything.”
“For reminding you that you have a family? Yeah, you’re welcome.”
“I don’tforgetI have a family. I just… you know how my schedule is.”
“I do. Your work comes first. But you have two daughters now, Logan. You’re going to have to rethink that, or you’ll end up just like our father. Good luck.”
He hung up.
Did he have to bring our father into this? That was a low blow.
I sighed, staring at my phone and debating whether to call my mother now or let her simmer a little longer. She was probably panicking.
But first, I needed to call the translator.
“Where’s Rory?”
I turned at the sound of Anna’s voice. She was standing in the bathroom doorway; her eyes fixed on the empty bed.
My own eyes darted to the slightly open hotel room door.
Perfect. This was just what I needed.
Chapter Three
LOGAN
“I can’t believe she just walked out.”
I muttered, my stomach tightening at the implications. I grabbed Anna’s hand and pulled her into the hallway. I had to find her sister, and I couldn’t leave her alone.
The last thing I needed, minutes after discovering I was a father, was to lose one of my daughters.
We scoured the entire twenty-fourth floor, but there was no sign of the little girl.
“Where’s Rory?” Anna repeated, her voice trembling. “Did you let her get away? Weren’t you watching her?”
“Hey, calm down, okay? She didn’t vanish. She’s somewhere in the hotel.” My eyes snapped tothe elevator bank, remembering my own childhood fascination with riding them. “Maybe she went down to the lobby.”
Still clutching Anna’s hand, I hurried to the elevators and jabbed the button. When the doors slid open to an empty car, I felt a flicker of relief. We stepped in and descended.
The moment the doors opened on the ground floor, I made a beeline for the front desk, intent on asking if anyone had seen a little girl.
And that’s when it happened.
“Look! It’s him! It’s Doctor Turner!”
