Would she get a chance to talk to her before they took her back? Would Nick make them wait? What if she didn’t make it? What if Felicity missed seeing her mom before they wheeled her into the operating room? Would they wait? They had to. Felicity grabbed her cell phone. Nick had to make them wait. Keeping one eye on the road and the other on her touchpad, she scrolled through her contact directory. She’d tell Nick she was en route and to please make them wait. Don’t let them take her back without me getting a chance to say goodbye. Good luck, she corrected in a rush. Not goodbye but good luck! Locating the number, Felicity barely registered the red truck passing her on the left until it swerved in front of her. At the flash of red tail lights, she cried out, “Oh!” Instinctively she slammed a foot to her brake. Her phone went flying as she jerked the steering wheel hard to the right. Her small car skidded roughly over the side of the road, narrowly missing a rear end collision.
