CHAPTER 11
“Kennedy. Princess.” Her father’s voice was authoritative. Not a trace of panic. Not a trace of impatience as Kennedy wheezed and choked and tried desperately to keep from suffocating in the cramped bathroom stall. “Where are you right now? Where exactly?”
“In the bathroom,” she managed to reply.
“Not good enough. What part of the hospital are you in?”
“The ER.”
“What are you doing there?” Her dad spoke to her as if she were a preschooler practicing her animal sounds. And what does the cow say?
She sniffed. Something about her dad’s authoritative tone grounded her. She tried to cling to whatever strength he was offering her from the other side of the planet. “Carl ... Something was wrong with Carl. Sandy called and said I should bring Woong here to see him.”
“And what are
