Page 120 of Precious Obsession

“Kat,” I call out, needing to find her and get Addison to the hospital.

I dig my phone out of my pocket and look down at the screen for a moment.

911 or Nathan, I stand and debate for a moment.

Addison’s sniffle makes up my mind for me as I click on Nathan’s contact before throwing it on speaker.

“Vince.” I hear the click of his keyboard, and I know he’s at the office still. I know how he hates being there now, ever since Kat came through and destroyed everything we thought we knew about ourselves.

“There was an accident,” I spit the last word. This wasn’t an accident; whoever hit us did it on purpose, but I don’t want to scare Addison.

The line goes quiet for a moment before I hear his hurried movement and the click of his phone, no doubt messaging the others.

“Where are you? Addison? Kat?”

I give him our crossroads, happy that I’ve driven these roads a million times.

“Addison’s shaken up,” I say, moving through the debris of the car in search of Kat.

I’m not a praying man, but I’m praying that I’ll find her simply unconscious and not worse.

“What about Kat, Vince?” Nathan snaps in a tone I haven’t heard from him in years, at least not directed at me.

“I don’t know,” I hiss, turning in place. “She’s not here.” The car isn’t that big; it doesn’t make sense. She should be here.

“They took Mommy,” Addy wails, damn near hyperventilating as fat tears roll down her cheeks, washing away the dirt and blood and making my heart drop just like my phone, shattering on the ground at my feet.

“Vince!” Nathan’s voice snaps me from my momentary spiral. I quickly scoop my phone off the ground, littered with broken glass, careful to watch my step on the mangled door.

“I’m here,” I mumble, pressing the phone between my cheek and shoulder to free my hand so that I can grab the paper near my foot.

It’s folded in half with wrinkles around the center as if it were held tight in someone’s hand.

Nathan is speaking, and I know I need to get Addy out of here, but something pulls at me, and I know this is important.

I adjust Addy so that I can unfold the paper and feel the world stop as I read over the notes from her visit to the doctor’s office today.

She didn’t have a cold…

“She’s pregnant.”