~Ricardo's POV~
My drive to the hospital felt like an eternity even though I was driving past the speed limit. While my mind worried about Clara, every other part of me thought about Anne. I was hurt by her words, and while I so desperately needed to pull her in my arms and love her until she stopped hurting, it was important that I evaluated my value to her.
I pulled into the hospital parking lot far too fast, barely bothering to straighten the car before killing the engine. I was out and through the doors in seconds, my stride long and purposeful as I headed for the emergency wing.
"Mr. Antonelli?"
A nurse recognized and stopped me before I could reach the desk. "Clara Forrester was brought in earlier. She's stable now."
The tension in my chest loosened just a fraction. "Can I see her?"
"She's asking for you," the nurse replied, gesturing down the hall.
