SILAS’S POV

 

Eight hours flying and thirty minutes trying to get the airport paparazzi out of my way, I sat in  my Audi, speeding down the lanes of New York. 

 

I was jet lagged as hell.

 

My eyes were heavy and my head had this damned ringing sound that made it so fucking unbearable to think.

But I couldn’t stop.

 

I had to see Mother as soon as possible.

 

Oh she must be so very scared. Sylvia would’ve cried her eyes out, worried to death. I had spent the entire flight, thinking about the possible reasons why my mother could have suffered a heart attack, but I couldn’t come up...