Chapter 6: A Family in Crisis

Hospital, 3 p.m.

The hospital reeked of antiseptic and burnt coffee. My mom sat hunched in a plastic chair outside the ER, her shoulders shaking, the harsh light making her look years older.

“Mom.” I dropped to my knees, gripping her freezing hands. “What happened to Dad?”

She looked up, tears streaming down her face. “Your dad went to borrow money from Uncle Jeff this morning. The fog was thick—he couldn’t see the bridge. The car’s totaled.”

My heart pounded. “Is he okay? What did the doctor say?”

“I don’t know. He’s been in surgery all afternoon.” Her voice cracked. “Eli, if something happens to him, what will I do?”

I hugged her, trying to steady my own shaking hands. “Dad’s strong. He’ll pull through. I’m here, Mom. I won’t let you down.”

I shot a glare at Savannah’s father, my anger barely contained.

They’d shown up after hearing about the accident. For a moment, I thought maybe they cared. But his next words shattered that hope.

“Why’d your father-in-law have to go borrow money now, of all times?”

I lost it. “If you hadn’t raised the price, he wouldn’t have needed to! If something happens to him, I’ll never forgive you!”

He scoffed, “How is that my fault? Did I force him? He just didn’t want to sell his house. Only one kid and still so stingy.”

My fists clenched so hard my nails dug into my palms. I wanted to hit him.

The doctor finally came out, looking exhausted in his scrubs. “The patient’s condition isn’t great. He’ll need more surgery. Here are your options: First, a titanium alloy frame—high success rate, fewer aftereffects, but it’s about $25,000. Second, standard pins—cheaper, but recovery’s long and he’ll have pain. Insurance covers most, so it’s about $1,200.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Do the first one. I’ll pay whatever it takes—just save my dad.”

The doctor nodded. “Go pay the fee so we can start.”