Chapter Twenty-One

Jenna

Deacon left a note on the bathroom mirror saying that he was taking my car and would be back in a bit. I thought it was quite cryptic, but went on with my morning routine anyway, showering and making myself breakfast.

I started to get worried when I put the dishes in the dishwasher and still hadn't heard anything from him. I tried his cell, but there was no answer.

The house felt eerily quiet and I wasn't sure if that was because of my own anxiety over Deacon's unexplainably long absence or if it was a sign that something bad was coming.

I couldn't help pacing nervously in my living room. I probably should have just sat down, considering how it wasn't doing anything but making me feel sick to my stomach. I was about to call one of his brothers to see if they heard from him. Perhaps he was with Damon at the shop, or with Colt at his house. I'd start with Damon, I decided. Before I could press the little green button to call Damon, Deacon's name popped up on my phone. He was calling me.

I didn't even hesitate to pick up. "Deke, where are you?"

"You need to get to the hospital right now," he said, sounding breathless.

I inhaled sharply. "Why? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's your father."

I quirked a brow and backpedaled. There was no way I heard him right. "My father?"

"He had a heart attack."

This couldn't be true. This couldn't be happening. I knew I didn't have the greatest relationship with my parents, but he was still my father. I loved him, just the same. "I'll be right there."

"I have your car," he reminded me, "and I never picked up my motorcycle from Damon, not that you can legally drive it anyway."

Already thinking of that, I shook my head, not that he could see me. "I'll call an Uber."

"Be safe," he urged before hanging up and I couldn't help but wonder how he knew about my father's heart attack before I did.