There was a pause on the other end of the phone before a male voice spoke.
"Hello? Is this... Mr. Charles' daughter?"
I swallowed, my brows furrowing, my chest tightening with a nervousness. I started to recall the last time I had seen dad. Yesterday at the hospital. And after that...
"Yes. Yes, I am..."
"He was in an accident. It is critical, so please..."
The voice trailed off under the heavy beating of my heart and the blood rushing in my ears. The lunchbox I was holding slipped out of my hand and crashed to the floor, but it did not break through the shock.
"Where... where is... my father? Where is my father?"
"I will immediately text the address. Please stay close to your phone."
The phone went off, and I just stood there, unable to think. Unable to blink. I was hardly breathi
