Robert had only complained of "a little tightness" earlier that afternoon, the sort of thing men his age often shrugged off as indigestion. By evening his breathing had gone shallow, his skin turned a worrying shade of gray, and Camilla finally called Julian.
He and Ashley reached the Blackwood estate in record time.
The house, normally cold and immaculate, hummed with the sound of worry, rushed footsteps, murmured instructions, a nurse arguing with someone over the phone. Camilla stood in the foyer like a statue chipped at the edges, arms crossed, face pale beneath perfect makeup.
"What happened?" Julian asked, already moving past her.
"He says it's nothing,it probably is" she snapped, which was her version of panic. "But he has refused to go to the hospital to get checked out. Stubborn man."
"Perhaps his Doctor would convince him, he is already on his way." Julian muttered under his breath.
Ashley stepped closer. "Where is he?"
