Callan leaned back in his chair with a wide smile on his face.
"Wow," he muttered under his breath.
Genevieve was alive.
Stefan was getting married.
Cindy was out of his life.
Everything felt good.
He dialed Emily's number, excited to tell her everything.
It rang once then stopped.
He frowned slightly and checked the screen.
Call failed.
He tried again but the same thing happened.
He lowered the phone and glanced at the time. It was almost time for her shift to end at the hospital.
He sighed, then grabbed his keys. "I'll just go there," he murmured, calculating that he'd get there just in time.
The drive to the hospital was smooth.
He kept smiling to himself and his fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel as he drove.
When he got to the hospital, he stepped out of the car and walked in.
Doctors and nurses moved around.
He'd barely taken a few steps before he heard his name.
"Callan Quinn?"
He turned, wondering who it was.
