CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 

 

CALDER

Lily is in labor. Lily is in labor.

That thought drives out everything else—even the raw, gnawing feeling in my gut when I think about what Michelle has done—and suddenly nothing matters but getting to my wife.

If I was a madman on the road before, it’s nothing to how I drive now. I don’t care about the rain or the traffic. I don’t care if a cop chases me down for driving twice the speed limit. I’m getting to that hospital. Getting to my wife.

I should have been there, I think. I should have been by her side when this started. But though the guilt eats away at me, I can’t think about that now. I have one concern and one concern only—getting to her. Being with her as soon as humanly possible. Holding her hand as the pain comes. Even over the phone, I could hear the fear in her voice.

I need to be with her.

And if I have to kill myself to get to her, I will.