#Chapter 51 Bad news

Patara I hurried inside the car before Malcom could see I was outside of it. I prayed that he wouldn’t notice the dents Dylan put on his door since it was pitch black outside. In the morning, he might just think someone had hit his car and drove off after he went to bed. Dylan disappeared into the darkness and I wasn’t sure if he was truly gone, or nearby watching. It still didn’t feel real that he was here—it felt like forever since I felt him touch me. Malcom hurried across the parking lot to the car and slipped inside. I held my breath and counted the seconds it took him to settle himself and turn to me. It felt like eternity had passed when in reality it was less than ten seconds. “I think I know what happened to your child—or at least the start of it.” He said. I felt like all the air had been taken from my lungs. Any thoughts of Dylan were gone, all I could focus on was Malcom’s words and what he might say next. “One of the nurses that was there that night looked gui