KOURTNEY’S POV

My phone's ring tone woke me up. I blinked and stared at the screen, it was an unknown caller.

It was just past 8 a.m. and I was still laying on the couch in my living room, still wearing my silk robe. My head was pounding from the wine I had drawn myself with last night, thinking about Sarah.

I answered on the second ring.

“Yeah?”

“Kourtney,” a deep voice spoke from the other end. “I’m at the hospital right now.”

I straightened immediately, brushing my ...