Just thinking about it was enough to twist Evelyn's stomach.
She almost texted him...
"Are you okay?"
Then, "What happened?"
Followed by, "Are you injured? Again?"
She deleted all three.
No. She needed to stay calm. She needed to breathe. She needed... To panic privately.
Evelyn stood from the couch and paced around the cabin's living room, running a hand through her hair.
Her heart was pounding so fast she felt dizzy.
Meanwhile, Oliver sat on the floor quietly, playing with his wooden soldiers. He didn't seem to notice her spiraling thoughts.
"Mommy, look!" he said proudly. "I built a fortress!"
"Good job, sweetheart," she smiled at him before Oliver's attention returned to his toy.
Evelyn's gaze dropped back to her phone.
"Tomorrow morning, we are going to the hospital."
She swallowed hard after rereading the text.
This man… was going to give her a heart attack.
Evelyn sat down again, gripping her phone, staring as if it would magically give more explanation.
