[Hey, I called you so many times last night. You didn’t pick up. Did something happen?]
[Kenzie, I’m worried sick. Please answer once you see this.]
There were dozens of messages like that.
And yet, not a single one from Colton or from her so-called brothers.
If Kinsey had so much as stubbed her toe, they sure would have shut the entire New York down looking for her.
‘So this is the difference between being loved and being hated,’ Kenzie thought bitterly.
She typed back.
[I went to bed early. I’m fine. Don’t worry.]
A lie. But she wasn’t about to let the only person who cared lose sleep over her.
Clarkson replied almost instantly, as if he’d been staring at his phone the whole time.
[As long as you’re okay. The weather’s bad right now and all flights are grounded. Once it clears up, I’ll be in New York to get you.]
She sent back one word.
[Okay.]
Just after sending it, a nurse walked in.
“Ma’am, you’ll need to contact a family member.”
Hearing the word family, Kenzie answered flatly, “Family? I’m an orphan. I don’t have one.”
The nurse hesitated, clearly recognizing her.