Jeremy tried to find the towel, but his brain shut up and he forgot where he kept it. He is someone who prefers to air dry since he lives alone. If he walks to the kitchen, has a beer, and gets back to his room, he'd be dry.
Where do I keep my towels?
"Uncle Pat... "
Her broken voice made him pause his search and he looked at her. She looked terrible would be an understatement to describe her condition.
"Uncle Pat... heart attack. Aunt Becky called... I..."
Jerlina couldn't even finish her sentences as she was holding back her sobs. When she almost lost all confidence thinking that she might end up in prison, contemplating if she should consult a lawyer before she takes the next step, she received a call from Aunt Becky and she didn't know what to do.
Jeremy took in a deep breath. He knew how much she loved Patrick Davis and it would be devastating for her.
"Which hospital?" he asked and she stared blankly at him. "Jerlina?"
