“Can I speak to her?”
There was a pause on the line. “I just told you she’s asleep. She needs to sleep.”
Right. Fuck. What was wrong with me?
I listened as Dr. Travis explained what they’d done and that they were keeping her in the intensive care unit at least overnight, but she might be there for a few days.
“And my daughter. I was told my daughter is there.”
“I’ll transfer you to the nurse’s desk.” His tone made it clear that that request was clearly beneath his paygrade.
I waited on the line as more music began to play through the phone. Fear, anxiety, and anger were all raging through me.
This was my fault. Mrs. G should have been retired, living a life of luxury but instead she’d been raising Lexi with me because I’d been too scared to leave her with anyone.
I would make this up to her. Somehow. Someway.
