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“Savannah?” Why was Maddox’s mother calling me?
Maddox. Oh God. Maddox!
I bounced off the couch, my heart feeling constricted, as
if something heavy had wrapped itself around the fragile
organ, squeezing the life out of me. “Is he okay? What
happened? What’s wrong? Is it Maddox?”
“What? No – I mean, I’ve been trying to reach him for
the last five days, but he won’t pick up my calls anymore.”
Okay, that wasn’t alarming. Maddox never picked up his
mother’s calls or his father’s, for that matter. He rarely
wanted to listen to what they had to say.
“I don’t understand. You sound worried,” I said, still
frowning.
“The last time I spoke to him, he hung up on me,” she
whispered, and then, I heard sniffling.
I rubbed my forehead, feeling another headache quickly
approaching. “Savannah, what are you trying to say? If
you’re calling me this many time, then it must be
important. Is this about another gala or dinner party? I’m
not coming, and neither is Maddox. Save it. Don’t even
bother asking.”
Savannah was silent for a second, before she burst into
tears and choked out her words, half mumbling and half
not making any sense. “No. Not…another… gala. This…
Brad… Maddox… won’t pick up my… call. His… father…”
I paced the floor, feeling so confused, so lost. Savannah
Coulter was crying to me on the phone. For the four years
that I have known her, she’s never lost her cool,
maintaining her calm, plastic façade.
She was…crying. CRYING! The world was officially
ending, this was proof enough. “What about Brad?”
“He’s in the hospital.” She hiccupped back a sob.
My feet came to a halt, and I paused, my breathing
stuttering. “What?”
“He’s sick, Lila. Very sick,” Savannah whispered, barely
audible. “Maddox needs to be here… but he won’t pick up