“What’s wrong?”
“Carson was stabbed.”
“What? Where?”
“In my backyard. They’re… They’re taking him to Cedars. I’m so sorry, Julian.” Her voice caught on a sob. “I’m so, so sorry.”
“Is he… Did he…”
“He was alive when they took him in the ambulance. I’m almost to the hospital now.”
“Was it Marlon?”
“It has to be. He rammed his truck into us earlier today.”
“Jesus. I’ll be right there.”
Cresley dissolved into sobs. If he died, she’d never get over it. Please don’t die, Carson. Please… We were just getting started. Don’t leave me now.
“You think my dad did this?” Ty asked softly.
Crap.
“We don’t know anything for sure.”
“I heard the person on the phone say ‘Marlon.’ Was it him?”
“Possibly.”
“Why?” Ty cried. “Why would he hurt Carson?”
Cresley put her arms around him and held him tightly. “He’s angry with me because I won’t give him more money. I’m sorry to have to tell you this.” She used her sleeve to wipe away Ty’s tears. “I didn’t want to.”
“He’s in surgery,” Marlene said. “Critical condition.”
Cresley rested her head on top of Ty’s, still holding him as they both wept. Please don’t die, Carson. I need you. Ty needs you. Please…
* * *
Isla insisted on going to the hospital with Julian. She woke Mrs. V, who was asleep in Julian’s guest room, to tell her where they were going and why.
“Good Lord.” She gave Isla a quick hug. “Let me know how he is.”
“I’m so thankful you’re here with the kids.”
“They’ll be fine. I’ll pray for him.”
“Thank you.”
Julian sent Isla ahead of him into the garage. The wheels made a squealing noise when they sped away.
“Should you call the others?” she asked.
“Probably.” He handed his phone to her. She knew his code, and he knew hers. “Can you find Griffin in my contacts and call him? The Bluetooth will pick it up.”
“I’ve got it. Here you go.”
It rang twice before Griffin picked up. “What’s good, bro?”