#Chapter 30 I don't know if you ever had me
Tyler POV
Wright House
Rachel responded to my texts with a reassuring speed. I had never sent so many texts in my life. I was surprised the cellular company had yet to reach out to ensure my phone hadn't been stolen.
"Are you on your way?"
I knew she was finished for the day. Rachel had messaged me as soon as her morning cleared up following her recording session.
Dylan kept telling me they weren't pressuring her any more than another new launch artist. I didn't deal with the music side of the entertainment industry often. I trusted Dylan though. If he said they weren't pushing her, they weren't pushing her.
I just hated the idea of Rachel being forced to work for hours at a stretch when she was pregnant.
"10 minutes out!"
Children had never been a priority for me. I swore I wouldn't have any when I was taken from my birth mother to come live at Wright Manor with my father and his wife.
