Tell them we’re coming.’”
Hospital.
My heart started racing.
Jett grabbed his keys.
“I’m coming with you.”
“No.”
“Laura, you have no idea who these people are.”
“That’s exactly why I have to go.”
For four months, I had waited.
Waited for police.
Waited for phone calls.
Waited for someone to recognize my mother.
Waited for another person to find the clue I couldn’t find myself.
Waiting had done nothing.
I slipped the ring into my pocket.
This time, I was going.
I reached the hospital in about twelve minutes.
