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I started pulling on the handles of the door.

"We can't stop the plane," the flight attendant said.

I clicked on another message as I continued to fumble with the lock.

"James, it's your father. You need to come to the hospital. They just took Penny into surgery. You need to hurry."

No. No, no, no.I slammed my fist against the door.

"I will not ask you again," the flight attendant said. "You need to take your seat."

"My wife is in the hospital. I need to go." It felt like someone was strangling me.

She gave me a sympathetic look. "You can't exit on the landing strip. The sooner you take a seat, the sooner we can pull up to a terminal.

"Fuck!" I slammed my fist against the door again.

"Mr. Hunter!"

I brushed past her to my seat as I clicked on another message.

"Answer your fucking messages!" Rob yelled. "She needs you. Where the fuck were you, man? Why were you in London? She needed you here."

I buried my face in my hands.Please be okay, baby. Please be okay.

The plane slowly started to roll toward the terminal.

I clicked on another message.

"James, is she okay?" Mrs. Taylor's concerned voice filled my ear. "We're driving up now. I received a voicemail at work." It sounded like she had started to cry. "Tell me my baby is okay. Please call me back."

It felt like I was choking. "Stop the plane! Stop the fucking plane."

"We're pulling up now," the flight attendant said calmly.

I stood up, grabbed my satchel, and ran back over to the door as I clicked on another message.

"James." It was Rob again. "No one is here to sign off on anything. I don't have any authority to make decisions. They're delivering the baby. That's too soon, right? Seven months is too soon. I tried to tell them that..." Rob cleared his throat. "She's still unconscious. I don't know if she's going to make it. What if she doesn't make it?" The message ended.

Two months was too soon. I was supposed to be there for the birth. I needed to be there. We were going to grow old and gray together. All of this was too soon. I wiped the tears off my cheeks. I couldn't lose her. I couldn't.

The door slowly opened and I started running.

"You forgot the rest of your luggage!" the flight attendant called after me.

I didn't need my luggage. All I needed was her. All I had ever needed was her.

The Light to My Darkness - Chapter 34

Monday

James

I clicked on Ian's number.Fuck. Not Ian.I bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going," he growled.

Fuck off. Fuck everything. God, I can't lose her.I picked up my pace, trying to avoid the people absentmindedly going through their days. How could everyone be acting normal when it felt like my whole world was caving in around me?