Harry looks at me suspiciously when I hand him the phone.
"It's Lisa." I say lightly. I know he's going to freak out.
"I'm not talking to her."
He starts to get out of the car.
"Harry, she's sounds awful. Please just hear her out."
"No."
"Harry?"
His eyes soften a bit when I give him a beseeching look.
"She's lucky you like her." He cusses under his breath before he gets back in his seat, but he shakes his head when I hand him the phone. "Speaker phone, Bridget."
I hit the speaker icon.
"What." He asks in a bored tone.
"Harry, where are you?" Lisa's voice is panicky.
"Are you kidding me? Why would I tell you where I am?"
"I think something is wrong."
"And how does that concern me?"
"I'm in so much pain. There is blood. I think I'm losing the baby." She sobs.
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