Chapter 138

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It hadn't even been forty minutes since the moment Heather had just magically appeared in Powell's mother's place on the couch. That included Powell's drive time to the hospital. She'd ridden in with her father, keeping her hand wrapped around his.

He was conscious, trying to put together what had happened.

And wanting her mother.

No one really knew what had happened to her mother.

The helicopter had landed long before Powell's ambulance pulled up in front of FCGH. Gunnar was already inside somewhere.

Powell was able to walk in, next to the gurney with her dad. Her arm hurt, but Bonnie had wrapped it tightly, putting some sort of bandage with clotting agents over it temporarily. She'd told Powell it was most likely just a graze. She'd require stitches. That was all—but Bonnie had told Powell she'd be checked out more thoroughly at the ER. Because of the baby.

Powell was going to focus on Gunnar's baby for now. On her father. And finding her mother. She was just going to get through. Like she had before.