I paced the hallway of the outside the emergency ward, the tip of my forefinger in my mouth. I didn't know how I did not notice that something was wrong, that my dad was sick or something. He never told me, not even once. To be fair, even I hadn't contacted him the entire time I was married. Jameson watched me pace from where he was seated, worry in his eyes. 

     “Charlotte", he eventually said. “Sit down".

     I have him a disbelieving look.

     “You haven't had a good sleep for almost two days". It was a lot more than that. “Do you want to be rushed into the emergency ward...