“Good. Put the phone down where I can still hear you.”
Cole made a disgusted sound. “Oh my God, can you stop—”
Grant’s voice turned to him without rising. “Cole, do not speak while I’m giving instructions.”
Cole blinked. “Excuse me?”
Grant didn’t care. “Hannah, sit down. Back against the cabinets if you can. Keep pressure where you’re bleeding.”
I lowered myself to the floor. The tile shocked my thighs. I pressed my hands to my abdomen and tried not to fold in half.
Evelyn hovered by the table, arms crossed, watching like this was an inconvenience that had spilled into her kitchen.
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