Jane
The expression on Ethan’s face terrifies me.
When he answered the phone all color drained from his cheeks, and his jaw went absolutely rigid. His eyes clenched shut as if he was in pain when the person on the other end of the line spoke, and the next thing I knew he was urgently telling me we had to go.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, leaping to my feet.
“It’s Paisley.” He answers, his voice like gravel.
The room begins to spin as dread ties my stomach into knots, “Is she okay?” I gasp, reaching for the counter to suddenly swaying body.
“They’ve rushed her into emergency surgery.” Ethan explains, moving for the door. “I don’t know any details yet.”
Glancing helplessly at Linda, I find my friend already pushing my purse into my hands, “Go, I’ll take care of the pups.”
“Thank you.” I
