Instead of hearing Mortimer Quincy sing 'Conquer,' Holly Winslow ended up with extra homework: copying math formulas a hundred times. By the time school let out on Friday, she still wasn't finished.
She stuffed the notebook and the math formula book, along with her homework from other subjects, into her backpack.
Mortimer Quincy glanced at his cranky wifey, a small smile playing on his lips. He then slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Still want me to sing 'Conquer'?"
Holly Winslow made a funny face at him, her expression one of pure defiance.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated. It was Wyatt Winslow.
Holly Winslow thought he was at the school gate. "Dad, we're coming down now."
Wyatt Winslow, who was at the hospital, pursed his lips. "Holly, I'm at the hospital right now. I can't come pick you up."
The color drained from Holly Winslow's face. "Dad, what happened? Which hospital are you at? I'm coming to see you."
