“Cavanaugh.”
“Aiden, it’s Theo. What’s so urgent? It better be good. I was in a meeting with Norma.”
“Sorry, but I thought you’d want to know. Your SUV was in an accident about twenty-five minutes ago.”
His heart stopped. “Chelsea? She had my car today.”
“Yeah, I figured you’d let her use it.”
“What happened? How is she? Was Jordan with her?” The thought of losing either of them was like ice in his veins.
“She was alone, and I’m not sure exactly what caused the accident. She went off the road on Route 3 this side of Otter Creek. One of the witnesses said the car swerved a bit before it left the road. Theo, she hit a tree.”
Oh, God. Please, let her be alive. “What’s her condition?” Please, please, please, sayalive.
“The paramedics are loading her in the ambulance now.”
Alive. But for how long?
“What are her injuries?” Theo held his breath.
“They can’t say yet. She’s still unconscious.”
“You’ve seen enough accidents, Aiden. What did it look like?”
“It’s, um…”
Crap. That didn’t sound good. “Tell me.”
“A lot of broken glass. And a good amount of blood.”
He swore, and his hand shook as he held the phone to his ear.
“We’ll tow the car to Benji’s Auto.”
The car? Who the heck cared about the car? “Thanks.”
“Theo, I’ll check in with you later. Good luck.”
“Yeah.” Staring at the phone, his brain needed to get moving. Go see how Chelsea was.
The conference room door creaked as he pushed it open, and all looked his way. Norma’s business attitude softened and concern crossed her features.
“Sorry. Chelsea’s been in a car accident. It’s bad.” The lump in his throat wouldn’t let him get anything else out.
“Go.” Norma pointed to the door behind him.
Seeking out Angie, Theo took a deep breath. “Can you pick up Jordan?”
Her head bobbed up and down, and she repeated Norma’s word. “Go.”
Racing through headquarters, he blew past Dina, ignoring her questions. In the time it took to get to Mt. Desert Island Hospital, Theo’s mind had conjured up all sorts of scenarios, most of them devastating. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t eaten more than that granola bar.
Jamming the truck into park, he flew through the lot and entered the Emergency Department, scanning for whoever could give him information. A few people waited in seats. Luckily, the desk seemed clear.
“My wife was in a car accident, and they said they brought her here.”
“Your name?” Often, he hated how small the town was and having everyone in his business, but now he wished he knew more people.
