I immediately called him. No answer. I tried again.
Still nothing.
Another text came through: “I threw up again and I called for Kyra and Mattie but nobody came.”
Panic clawed at my chest. The girls were home with Jacob.
They were supposed to be watching him. I fumbled for my phone and called Kyra, but the line was busy. I tried Mattie next, my hands shaking, and got nothing but a busy signal.
I did not waste another second.
I excused myself from the client meeting, stammering through an apology before turning to my boss and telling him I had a family emergency. I grabbed my purse and left, practically running to my car. I drove home faster, my mind racing through every terrible possibility.
What if he choked?
What if he fell? What if something happened and they were not there?
I burst through the front door, my heart hammering. “Jacob?!”
