Adrian’s POV
I made it home in half the time it would typically take, determined to call my family doctor as soon as I got to the house.
When I pulled into our driveway, I hurried around the car and pulled open her door.
I was surprised to see her eyes open, though they appeared less focused than I would have liked.
“Letisha?” I called carefully as I undid her seatbelt. “Can you hear me, Little One?”
She nodded wobbly and sent me a smile. “Adrian.”
I felt some of my anxiety ease. At least she was coherent. That had to be a good sign, right?
I reached into the car and lifted her into my arms. She moaned, as if in pain, and wrapped her arms around my neck before burying her face in my neck.
“I don’t feel good,” she mumbled against my skin.
My anxiety ratcheted right back up to 100. I had no idea what that bastard had given her. What if she were in pain? Maybe I should have taken her to the emergency room.