We left for Manhattan in two days. Two days. Hayden and Milo were MIA, and Liam was on death's doorstep. The thought of traveling alone with those two was more than I could stand. It was like interrupting an orgy when I was with them.
I'd taken Liam to the doctor this morning, and he had the flu. The physician told him not to travel and rest for the next several days, but he was adamant that he was still going to New York. Meanwhile, I dutifully played nursemaid, hoping his fever would break, but I knew deep down he wouldn't be able to travel with me, and we would likely have to cancel The Morning Show interview. He'd made me promise to wait until tomorrow before having Hayden call the show, but since I hadn't seen nor heard from Hayden or Milo in the last two days, I might have to make that call myself.