"Stick out your tongue," the doctor said. Henry obliged. "Wow! You did have a lot of sugar. You have quite the rainbow on your tongue." She turned to me and said, "He's going to live."
"Praise the lord!" Archer exclaimed.
The doctor struggled to hide a smile. Women couldn't resist my brother.
The doctor giggled then said, "I would say, have him drink lots of water and eat a salad. He'll be fine. In the future, maybe don't feed him so much sugar."
"It was my assistant," I explained.
"Don't be too hard on her," the doctor said.
I nodded noncommittally. Any warm feelings that had started to grow for Josie were gone. I didn't tolerate anyone putting my family in danger.
19
Josie
Ifelt terrible about Henry. It was yet another bad decision, just like trusting Anke, except this time it could have cost Mace his brother.
I ran out into the hall and almost bumped into Garrett.
"Henry is hurt! Mace is taking him to the hospital!" I said in a rush.
Garrett rolled his eyes. "Of course he is."
"Mace said Henry could die!" I pressed.
"Uh-huh." Garrett did not seem as upset as I though the situation called for.
"Aren't you going to meet him at the hospital?" I asked.
"No," Garrett replied. I detected a hint of irritation. "I can't pander to Mace's hysterics."
"Someone should go," I insisted.
Garrett pursed his mouth then pulled out his phone, scrolled through the contacts, and pressed the call button.
"Tell Hunter," he said, handing the phone to me. "And send me the presentation when you're done," he called out as he went back into his office.
"What is it, Garrett? I'm about to start driving," I heard Mace's older brother say through the phone.
I started sobbing. "Mace took Henry to the hospital! I'm so sorry."
"Who is this?" Hunter asked.
"Josie."
"What? Where is Garrett?"
"Tell him I'm not interested in talking," Garrett called out. "But if Mace is at the hospital, Hunter should be there since he's the legal guardian."
I started to repeat the message.
"I heard," Hunter said with a sigh. "I'll go deal with it."
Dabbing the tears in my eyes, I worked on Garrett's presentation. I tried calling Mace, but he didn't answer his phone. I only reached his voicemail.
I sent Garrett his presentation and then set about cleaning Mace's office. I didn't have the energy to organize it, so I just shoved everything back in the supply closet and shut the door. It was just one more thing that I screwed up and that I was going to stick my head in the sand about.
