The Last Straw

The three hour ride back felt like time was deliberately taunting me and moving slowly. Martin did his best to get us there as soon as possible. I had seen her just yesterday. She was fine. I do not understand why Gwen wouldn't just take her to the hospital.

Martin had barely finished speaking before I bolted out of Nita's suite. I heard her call my name as I ran out the door but my daughter came first. Everything else could wait.

By the time I got to Gwen;s house, it was past midnight already. I didn't bother knocking, I strolled into the living room which was empty. The house smelled of lavender and baby powder.

"she's fine now," Gwen's voice came from the hallway. I turned to see her, arms crossed, dressed in a loose transparent robe with a sexy nightdress beneath.

"Are you sure?"

"It was just a fever. She's sleeping now."