Michelle comes back in, cradling her phone against her shoulder with her wallet in her hand. “Of course, you can use my Hilton points. I don’t remember my account information to book the room though. Babe, Whitney is checking into a hotel. I think you’re logged into the account on your phone, can you book her a room?”

“On it,” he says staring down at his phone and I wish she’d come to me but I understand why she couldn’t and it’s not like we’ve been able to talk. But I’m grateful that if she’s checking into a hotel that means she’ll be alone when we talk later. My cock hardens slightly at the thought of being able to speak freely to each other. “I’m glad she’s getting a room, I don’t want her staying overnight at the hospital by herself.”

“She said they won’t let her. They’re still a little strict with visiting hours.” Kevin holds up his phone for Michelle to see and she speaks. “Honey what’s the address, we need a cross street at least to make sure it’s the right hotel.” She points at the phone. “That one.”

I look at my watch and note it’s almost one in the morning there. “It’s one in the morning there, how is she getting to the hotel? Is it far?”

“Hold on.” She puts the phone down. “Whitney, you’re on speaker and Jacob is here being your third parent as usual.” I try not to react to that. “How far is the hotel and how are you getting there?”

“It’s across the street, I’m walking.”

“At one in the morning!?” I yell. My hands shake slightly and I feel myself getting worked up at the thought of someone messing with her.

“Across the street, JP. Literally.”

“Stay on the phone with us until you get there,” I order her.

“Fine,” she responds and I can hear the fatigue in her voice.

“Are you okay?” Michelle asks.

“I’m tired. Really tired,” she says and I can hear the sounds of New York City through the phone.

“Alright hon, you’re booked,” Kevin says.

“Thank you, guys.”

“Of course. When are you coming home?” Michelle asks.

“They’re saying they may be able to release him tomorrow now which would be great. I don’t want to miss too many classes. I’ve already let my professors know what’s going on and they’re understanding, but it’s law school, that only goes so far.” She sighs. “I lost a whole day and I never finished my paper. I got an extension until Wednesday but I hate feeling behind.”

“Sweetheart, you sound like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, I need you to take a breath,” Michelle says. “Take a bath when you get in the room.”