Derrick sat up so fast the mattress shifted beneath him.

His face was tight, his eyes already searching Elena’s with concern.

“What’s the problem?”

She was already out of bed,she grabbed her clothes from the chair, her hands moving faster than they should have.

“Something came up. Sophia needs me.”

“Sophia?”

Derrick frowned.

“What does she need?”

“I don’t know.” She pulled on her jeans, struggling with the button because my fingers suddenly felt clumsy.

“She just said it was urgent.”

The word kept pressing against the back of her mind.

After dressing she grabbed her bag and headed for the door.

“I’ll drop you off,” Derrick said.

She stopped...