Chapter 70 Annabelle
Annabelle
She hadn’t seen Chase since he’d stopped by last week, and Annabelle realized she missed him.
She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, pinching her cheeks to put some color into them.
She had to admit she looked pretty grim.
When she came out, she touched Scarlett’s arm lightly to see if she’d rouse, but she merely moaned and turned to her side.
Annabelle leaned down and kissed her cheek.
She sat and picked up the magazine she’d been reading, trying to distract herself from her racing thoughts.
Finally, her phone pinged, and she saw that Chase was there.
“I’ll be right back, honey,” she said as she left the room.
Chase was waiting in the visitor parking lot. Annabelle’s spirits lifted when she walked toward his car, and he smiled at her. He opened the car door and got out, embracing her in a hug.
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s out of the coma. Resting now. She started to talk to us but fell back asleep.”
“She hasn’t told you what happened yet?”
“Not yet. But the police think they’ve identified the house where the messages came from. They’re close to finding out who’s behind this. So what’s going on? You said it was important.”
He looked down at the ground. “I have to talk to you about something. Do you think we could go for a quick drive? I need to show you something.”
“I can’t leave. Scarlett could wake up—”
“I promise we’ll be quick. But it’s really important.”
“Just tell me, Chase. What is it?”
He blew out a breath. “It’s about your son.”
She went cold. “What are you talking about?” The blood began to pound in her ears, and her whole body felt like it was going numb. “What about my son?”
“He’s not dead.”