“Luckily for you, Chlo and I left soon after you guys did and Chloe said Jacob brought you to Chlo’s house because you didn’t want to stay at your house alone,” Trey explains. “So, you’re fine, but… you need to get your ass to New York.”

“Why the fuck would she do that?” Jacob barks.

“Because it’s her fiancé.”

“Ex-fiancé,” Jacob interjects.

“Does he know that? Do his folks? Do Kev and Michelle? I’m going to say a fuck no on all accounts given that you’re probably still inside of her, so yeah, she needs to go to New York, or she’s kind of the worst.”

“I… DAMMIT. Laura is calling again,” I say in reference to Parker’s mom. I pick up the phone and slip out of the room. “Laura… oh my God, I just heard!”

“Where have you been!?” I hear shrieked into the phone and I pull my ear away. “The hospital and some of his friends have been trying to get in touch with you all night.”

“It’s eight in the morning, Laura. I’m sorry. I just woke up, and I must have been asleep when the hospital called.” I press a hand to my forehead.

“It’s an emergency and you’re sleeping beauty.” She sighs. “I can’t believe it!”

Laura Anderson was dramatic and very much an overreactor by nature so I can only imagine the whirlwind she’s been since she heard. Luckily her and Parker’s father live in Colorado and I’ve only had to deal with her a handful of times, none of which were particularly enjoyable. It wasn’t that she was necessarily mean, she was just… a little judgmental maybe? She always found ways to make little digs or comments to and about me and it was obvious that she preferred Parker with his previous girlfriend. A girlfriend she still had a relationship with.

It was weird but whatever.

“I just heard, I… I guess I’m going to try to get a fly out there for today?”

“You guess!? My baby is all alone in New York—”

“Well, he’s not all alone. His coworkers are there.”

“I’M NOT THERE!” she shrieks and now I hear shuffling and I wonder if she’s packing.

“Are you…?”

“Of course, I am, Ben got us on a noon flight. You need to book your flight before it gets too late.”

“Of course, I’ll check right now—”

“Ours is Flight 1958, non-stop to JFK,” she interrupts.

“Got it…” Although, I’m not sure why I needed to know given that assumedly she’d land in New York before me. “Ummm did the doctors say anything? About his condition?”

“That he was going into surgery and it was a little touch and go until they got him stable last night.”

“Do you know what happened?”

“No… car accident… I don’t… Whitney, my baby!” she wails.