Chloe slid into the back seat of a cab and gave the driver the hospital address. Only when the car started moving did she finally release a breath of relief. For now, she was safe. She had escaped not one, but two dangers.
But the relief was fleeting. How long could she keep avoiding her father?
Charles was like a parasite, clinging to them and draining them dry. Now that he knew they were still alive and where they lived, he wouldn't stop. He would keep coming back, demanding money, pushing further each time.
Today, a stranger had stepped in. But that man wouldn't always be there.
Her chest tightened as fear and unease churned inside her. How was she supposed to deal with Charles on her own?
'I need to talk to Summer,' she told herself. 'She'll know what to do. She always does.'
By the time Chloe reached the hospital, the chaos of earlier had finally ebbed. She rushed straight to the ICU and stopped a nurse.
"How is Hope? Is she okay?"
