Diane's POV
Time seemed to slow down as the security detail carried my mother's limp body to the waiting SUV. My hands trembled as I fumbled with my phone, scrolling frantically to find my father's number.
"Please answer, please answer," I whispered as the phone rang. My free hand cradled my belly protectively.
"Diane?" Andrew's voice came through, concern evident immediately. "Is everything alright?"
"It's Mom," I choked out, tears streaming down my face as I climbed into the SUV beside Joan, who was holding my mother's hand. "She collapsed. We're taking her to the hospital now."
The sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line told me everything I needed to know about his feelings for my mother, regardless of their complicated past.
"Which hospital?" Oh God, he breathed, and I could hear the genuine terror in his voice. "I'm on my way. I'll be there as fast as I can."
