Chapter 88; Sinclair

Sinclair

I had just gotten back from work, a single foot inside my apartment when my phone rang. I dug it out the inner pocket of my suit jacket.

“Hello.”

“Am I speaking to Sinclair Donovan-Wells?”

“Yes. Who’s this?”

“I’m calling about Miss Albright, she’s been involved in an accident and you are…”

The woman’s words trailed off. Blood rushed out of my head and I felt dizzy and unsteady.

“Where? Where’s she?” I managed to ask through the lump in my throat.

I was already jumping into the elevator and stabbing the button for the ground floor repeatedly by the time the woman began to rattle off the location.

“Thanks.” I said and hung up.

The drive over was one big blur, I must have run several red lights in my rush to the hospital. All I could think was that London was lying in a bed, hurt and she needed me. She had to be okay. She had to be. I should never have wasted so much time running around my feelings for her. I should never have even let her walk away from me, from us back