No Calls Answered, No Regrets: My RV Revenge

Synopsis

For the three days Ethan Hayes was away at a closed-door medical conference, his phone stayed completely off. It was already nine o'clock at night when he walked through the front door. The house was completely dark, from the foyer to the living room. He felt around for the switch and flicked it on. That's when he saw me sitting alone on the couch. "Why's it so dark in here?" he asked, setting down his suitcase and loosening his tie. "Where's Mom?" He let out a long breath and rolled his shoulders. "That conference nearly killed me. Three days without touching my phone. Finally got some peace and quiet." "Check your phone," I said. He frowned slightly and pulled it out of his coat pocket. The moment he powered it on, notifications flooded the screen. Messages poured in one after another. The alert tone kept going for nearly twenty seconds. His brows knitted together as he unlocked the screen. The first text message at the top was from the Emergency Department of St. Matthew Medical Center. Timestamp: 11:47 p.m., three days ago. Ethan watched the message on his phone: [Dr. Grant, Your mother was involved in a traffic accident and suffered a comminuted fracture of her right leg.] [Emergency surgery was required, and we needed an immediate family member to sign the consent forms.] [Please contact us as soon as possible.] Ethan slowly lifted his head and looked at me.