Pam POV
The banging on the door was one thing that fuelled my anger. I hated being woken up in the middle of the night; it brought back so many bad memories of my undercover days.
The news that came to my door was not much better than my nightmares; they soon had me falling to pieces as I heard that Bob had been shot. Bob could not leave me like this. I need him.
I was sitting in the front seat of the car as Scott drove us to the hospital. I prayed to a God that I did not believe in to save my husband. I did not care what condition he would be in; keep him alive; he needs to be here with our boys. He was the love of my life; I had not realized how deeply I had fallen for him until now when I thought I would lose him.
The hospital came into sight, and my stomach plummeted a bit furthe
