The ride to the city hospital was all haste and heat.
Justin couldn't sit still. His leg bounced, his knuckles drummed the seat. At the first red light, he bolted from the cab in a panic, only to be yanked back by the cab driver's curses.
"Ey! You forgot to pay, you lunatic!"
Justin spun back, slapped a crumpled four-dollar note into the outstretched hand, earning a smack across his fingers.
"You think I'm your charity case?" the driver snapped before peeling off with a roar.
Justin didn't answer. His eyes were already on the hospital doors, his lungs choking on worry
. He stormed inside, almost slipping on the polished floor, and skidded to the front desk where a tired nurse looked up like she'd seen a hundred Justins today.
"My daughter. She was brought in. Anna. Carried in by—by my—" He hesitated. "By her mother."
"What's the last name?"
