the longer the time she spent away from Zac, the more she missed him.
After Dylan left her house, Faith washed up and plopped onto her bed. Leaning on the pillow, she tossed and turned around in her king-sized bed. Mentally, she came up with a list of excuses for Zac on why he had missed dinner without informing her. When she had exhausted all possibilities on that list, she turned her mind to building another list. One that included all the efforts that had gone to waste that day.
She closed her eyes, but knew that her mind would just keep churning out more possibilities and maybes until she got an answer.
Frustrated, she sat up to check her phone again. Nothing. Not one message. Not a phone call. She gave an annoyed sigh and threw, with more force than required, the phone to the table beside the bed.
Instead of the loud thud she was expecting, a melodious tune rang, causing Faith to jump. Thinking that Zac had finally called, she reached over to grab her phone, ready to unleash the peevishness that had built up within but the name across the screen wasn’t Zac’s.
“Mum?” Her mother didn’t usually call unless she wanted to force Faith to go to some ridiculous dinner to entertain ridiculously rich people.
“Your father! Your father!” her mother said between sobs and immediately, the worst thoughts ran through her mind.
“What is wrong?” She half yelled as she scrambled out of bed to grab her purse with her free hand. Clipping the phone between her shoulder and neck, she grabbed a sweater with the other hand.
“Your father had a heart attack! We are on the way to the hospital.”
Faith’s heart skipped a beat. No! God, please let him be all right.
Faith felt as though a car had smashed right into her. Her chest constricted, and she couldn’t breathe. It took her a few moments before she drew in a shaky breath and responded to the news.
Getting the details of the hospital they were heading for, Faith rammed the engine and sped away. That was when her phone rang again. Thinking it was her mother, she picked it up without looking at the caller ID.
Chapter Four
“Mum?”
“Um, no, it’s me.” Dylan, she recognized his voice immediately. She explained what had happened, and told him she was on her way to the hospital.
Tears started streaming down her eyes as she prayed and hoped her father was fine. She brushed off her tears with the back of her hand and forced herself to focus on the road. There was no use crying or thinking of the worst, neither of it would help.
When she finally got to the hospital, Faith didn’t bother with parking her car properly. She pulled into the parking lot and probably took up two spaces with her hazardous parking, but she couldn’t care less. They could tow her car if they wanted.
Getting out of the car, she sprinted to the emergency room. Despite the late hours, the emergency room was packed with people. She scanned the room and immediately, she saw her mother and grandmother pacing the hall. She gave them each a hug as they filled her in on the details of what happened.
Heart attack. He should have cut down on the red meat.
Soon, the doctor came out with a solemn expression on his face. “Mr. Preston’s condition is stabilized for the moment.”
All three of the Preston ladies sighed aloud, not realizing that they had been holding their breaths.
“However, our scans showed that his arteries are not in good condition. A heart bypass surgery will be necessary.”
Faith’s grandmother broke into tears and wailed while her mother buried her head in her hands and wept softly.
A nurse who was standing behind the doctor stepped forward and whisked Faith’s mother away for the necessary paperwork.
“We will take Mr. Preston to his room in a minute. He is under medication and will not be up until later in the morning.” Ending his sentence with a tight-lipped smile, he stepped away and continued on to the rest
After Dylan left her house, Faith washed up and plopped onto her bed. Leaning on the pillow, she tossed and turned around in her king-sized bed. Mentally, she came up with a list of excuses for Zac on why he had missed dinner without informing her. When she had exhausted all possibilities on that list, she turned her mind to building another list. One that included all the efforts that had gone to waste that day.
She closed her eyes, but knew that her mind would just keep churning out more possibilities and maybes until she got an answer.
Frustrated, she sat up to check her phone again. Nothing. Not one message. Not a phone call. She gave an annoyed sigh and threw, with more force than required, the phone to the table beside the bed.
Instead of the loud thud she was expecting, a melodious tune rang, causing Faith to jump. Thinking that Zac had finally called, she reached over to grab her phone, ready to unleash the peevishness that had built up within but the name across the screen wasn’t Zac’s.
“Mum?” Her mother didn’t usually call unless she wanted to force Faith to go to some ridiculous dinner to entertain ridiculously rich people.
“Your father! Your father!” her mother said between sobs and immediately, the worst thoughts ran through her mind.
“What is wrong?” She half yelled as she scrambled out of bed to grab her purse with her free hand. Clipping the phone between her shoulder and neck, she grabbed a sweater with the other hand.
“Your father had a heart attack! We are on the way to the hospital.”
Faith’s heart skipped a beat. No! God, please let him be all right.
Faith felt as though a car had smashed right into her. Her chest constricted, and she couldn’t breathe. It took her a few moments before she drew in a shaky breath and responded to the news.
Getting the details of the hospital they were heading for, Faith rammed the engine and sped away. That was when her phone rang again. Thinking it was her mother, she picked it up without looking at the caller ID.
Chapter Four
“Mum?”
“Um, no, it’s me.” Dylan, she recognized his voice immediately. She explained what had happened, and told him she was on her way to the hospital.
Tears started streaming down her eyes as she prayed and hoped her father was fine. She brushed off her tears with the back of her hand and forced herself to focus on the road. There was no use crying or thinking of the worst, neither of it would help.
When she finally got to the hospital, Faith didn’t bother with parking her car properly. She pulled into the parking lot and probably took up two spaces with her hazardous parking, but she couldn’t care less. They could tow her car if they wanted.
Getting out of the car, she sprinted to the emergency room. Despite the late hours, the emergency room was packed with people. She scanned the room and immediately, she saw her mother and grandmother pacing the hall. She gave them each a hug as they filled her in on the details of what happened.
Heart attack. He should have cut down on the red meat.
Soon, the doctor came out with a solemn expression on his face. “Mr. Preston’s condition is stabilized for the moment.”
All three of the Preston ladies sighed aloud, not realizing that they had been holding their breaths.
“However, our scans showed that his arteries are not in good condition. A heart bypass surgery will be necessary.”
Faith’s grandmother broke into tears and wailed while her mother buried her head in her hands and wept softly.
A nurse who was standing behind the doctor stepped forward and whisked Faith’s mother away for the necessary paperwork.
“We will take Mr. Preston to his room in a minute. He is under medication and will not be up until later in the morning.” Ending his sentence with a tight-lipped smile, he stepped away and continued on to the rest
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