Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“No, remember you have to go to get ready for big school.”
He frowns.
“But I don’t like it.”
I smile. “You’ll like it if you give it a chance. Just hang in there. Plus, your friend Alison is going today.”
His eyes widen. “Alison is going today?” he asks in wonder.
I nod and smile. “Aha, and she is your friend.” I giggle as I tickle his chest. “You can play with her all day long.”
He smiles as he bites his cute little bottom lip.
“You’ve got to get going, Ash,” Jen murmurs. “You’re going to be late.”
I blow out a breath. “At least it’s Friday.”
“I have assessments due. Yay! Go me,” she mutters with an eye roll.
I smile as I stand and kiss them both. “Twelve months from now, this shit will be finished with.”
“Hallelujah,” she replies dryly.
I grab my lunch from the fridge and go take my phone off charge only to notice that in last night delirious state, I didn’t turn the power on.
“Damn it,” I snap, annoyed with myself.
Jen rolls her eyes knowing what I’ve done.
“Just ring me at the hospital if you need me,” I murmur as I grab my bag. “I’ll get Owen this afternoon on my way home so you can get your assessments done. Let’s get pizza for dinner.”
“Pizza, yay.” Owen laughs as he puts his arms in the air.
“Sounds good,” she calls from behind me. “Love you. Have a great day.”
I hotfoot it across the parking lot to my car. It’s been a bloody hectic day to say the least. Cameron had two emergency surgeries and I didn’t get to speak to him all day, although the look he threw me from across the room was scary enough. He went to his surgery this afternoon and I know he’s going to growl me out about going to work last night as soon as he gets the chance. I glance at my watch. 4.15pm. Shit, the bloody preschool closes at 5pm. I need to hurry. I pick up my pace and start to power walk.
Thank God. Pizza, wine, and bed tonight. I’m so excited to get home. It’s been such a long week. I walk up toward my car and notice that someone is parked behind me, just pulled up in the middle of the parking lot behind my car. I go over to the car and it is all locked up.
I frown. What the hell?
I look around for the driver. Where are they? I don’t have time for this shit.
I walk up and down the parking lot to try and locate the owner. Who the hell parks their car in the middle of a parking lot behind someone?
For fuck’s sake!
I see a man approaching. Oh great, this is him… but he gets into another car parked a few cars down. I run over. “Excuse me, do you know whose car this is?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, I don’t. Sorry.”
I keep searching for the owner with no luck.
Bloody hell. I run down to the office. “Excuse me, there is a car blocking my car in and I can’t get out,” I splutter in a panic.
The bored attendant looks up form his gaming magazine. Man, this guy is such a dipshit.
“Hmm, go back into the hospital and have them page the number plates,” he replies flatly.
“What? I don’t have time for this. I have to be at the preschool to pick up my son in...” I glance at my watch. “Fifteen minutes.” Ah, shit.
“Sorry, sweetheart, there’s nothing I can do. We can call a tow truck, but they usually take over an hour to get here.”
“Fine,” I snap as I run back to my car. I hate this hellish car park. I’m going to have to ring Jenna to go get him. Bloody hell. I wanted to give her the afternoon off.
I’m not in the mood for this.
I take out my phone and dial Jenna’s number. My phone lights up and then goes dead.
My eyes widen in horror.
No.
Oh my God… oh my God. I begin to panic and I run to the cab bay, nearly hyperventilate. 4.55pm. The preschool closes in five minutes and nobody will be there to pick him up.
I get a vision of his little face waiting for me and my eyes tear up. The cab line is ten people long. “Please, let me go first,” I beg. “I have to get my son from preschool before five and someone has blocked my car in. This… this is an emergency,” I stammer. “Please.”
“Of course.” The kind people all smile.
“Thank you so much,” I splutter as I take my place at the front of the line. “Please hurry. Please hurry,” I whisper again and again.
The cab doesn’t arrive until 5.10 pm. “Where are all the cabs?” I panic, and the woman next to me rubs my arm sympathetically. “Have you rung them?” she asks.