Craving the wrong brother : His obsession
His SUV was double-parked, door still open, engine running.
He put me in the passenger seat, clicked the seatbelt, ran around to the driver's side.
"Which hospital?" he asked, already pulling into traffic.
"Northwestern. My doctor....."
"Northwestern. Got it." He grabbed his phone, one-handed driving. "Kenji. I need you to call ahead to Northwestern Emergency. Yvonne Baldort, miscarriage in progress, heavy bleeding. I will be there in five minutes. Make sure they're ready."
He threw the phone down, grabbed my hand.
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