Page 108 of Fractured

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Alec – Preach it.

Bronson – Same here.

Garrick – Lila?

Alec – Better be her.

Bronson – No. Everly.

Me – Come again?

Bronson – Of course it’s Lila. What the fuck?

Ethan – What’s wrong with Everly?

Bronson – She isn’t snarky enough.

Me – Wouldn’t be too sure about that.

Garrick – You can say that again.

I pocketed my phone and headed inside.

I eyed the kitchen and didn’t see any food had been made, then I went to our bedroom, and the bed was still made from this morning.

The blanket on the couch was still folded up.

I frowned.

Where the fuck was she?

I pulled my phone back out, ignored the texts in the thread, and called her.

It rang and rang and rang and fucking rang.

Then it clicked to voicemail.

I growled and started to text the girls when my phone rang in my hand,

All hopes were dashed when I saw a number I didn’t know and not Talia’s name.

But then, I clicked to answer, “Yeah?”

I heard a man’s voice, “Umm, hello?”

“Who the fuck is this?” I growled.

“My name is Harry. I’m a nurse in the emergency room. Is this Dominik Davis?”

I scowled, “Yeah. Why?”

“Sir, your wife is here, she’s...”

I hung up and raced to the hospital.

I parked my Mustang illegally, but I didn’t give a single fuck.

I ignored their shouting and raced in.

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