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“I know.” I let out a sigh.

“Does Ellie know about Kirsten?”

“No. I haven’t told her yet.”

“Oh, Henry. That’s not good. You can’t keep something like that from her.”

“I know, and I’m going to tell her.”

“When?”

“I don’t know.” I raised my voice at her. “Everything is just so fucked up right now.”

“If you want my opinion, I think you should tell Dad tomorrow. I’d talk to him first before Kirsten gets to him. You know the two of them are close, which is weird if you ask me.”

“And we both know what he’s going to do to me when he finds out,” I said.

“Maybe not. You’re a very valuable asset to the company. I don’t think he’ll do anything stupid.”

“Haven’t you learned yet never to underestimate him?”

“Well, he never paid much attention to me anyway.” She looked down.

Taking a seat on the couch, I hooked my arm around her.

“They love you, Addison.”

“They loved her more. Dad and I never have or will ever have the bond he had with Abigail.”

I let out a long sigh as I pulled her into me.

Chapter Twelve

Henry

I was awoken from a sound sleep by the ringing of my phone. When I reached over and grabbed it from the nightstand, I saw my mother was calling.

“Mom?” I sleepily answered.

“Henry, your father has had a heart attack and is being rushed to Mount Sinai. You need to get there as soon as possible. I tried to call your sister, and she isn’t answering. I don’t know where the hell that girl is.”

“She’s here with me. Mom, is he going?—”

“I don’t know. Just get to the hospital.” She hung up.

Flying out of bed, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and ran to the guestroom.

“Addison, wake up!” I shouted as I entered the room.

“Oh my God, Henry. What?” She placed the pillow over her head.

“Mom just called. Dad had a heart attack, and he’s being rushed to the hospital.”

“Oh my God!” She jumped out of bed.

“Hurry and throw on some clothes. We have to go.”

We rushed through the doors of the E.R. and asked where my father was. After a few keystrokes, the nurse behind the desk told us we needed to go to the surgical waiting room on the third floor.

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