HEATHER

Ten years later…

“Dr. Heather. We have an emergency. Please come to the hospital. Dr. Fisher needed your medical attention,” someone called the other line.

I was about to ask, but the line went dead.

Dustan? What about Dustan? We were fine earlier. He even rode me here when my kids said their nanny, Miss Candy, had returned to their home to get some things. With no adult to guard them, I rushed to my apartment and stayed there until the nanny returned.

“Hello?”

I tried to call the number again, but no one would no longer pick up the phone.

I bit the inside of my cheeks. This...