Page 159 of The Betrayal

I knock Kyra out the way, throwing the coffee and pastry in the bin as I run out of the ward.

“Where are you going?” Kyra calls after me.

“To find my fucking wife.”

I boot my car all the way to Titus’s house. No fucks were given. Pulling curb side, I rush out and bang on the door.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I am frantic with worry, but I’m also so fucking angry.

He doesn’t answer.

Bang. Bang. Bang. I thump my fist against the door. Amora opens the door, wide eyes filled with shock.

“Keaton, what is it?”

“Let me in.” My tongue is harsh and I don’t mean for it to be, well I do, but not with Amora.

“Calm down, you’re scaring me.” Her voice is quiet.

“Move out the way Amora or I’ll…”.

“Or you’ll what?” Titus roars from behind his wife, moving her out the way and tucking her behind him. “Finish what you were going to say.”

I let the anger simmer for a moment, wanting to be careful how I respond.

“Where’s my wife?” I am desperate, you can hear it in my fucking voice. Titus’s concrete facade soon softens, brows furrowing.

The longer this goes on, the more frantic I become.

“What?” Titus’s voice softens slightly.

“Arizona. Where is she?” panic claws at my throat and I can tell by the way he is looking at me that he has no fucking idea what I am going on about.

“In the hospital?”

I shake my head from side to side, heart racing beneath my chest.

“What?” and the realization hits him. He is grabbing his keys and shoving me back but not before giving Amora a kiss.

“She's not there.” I swallow the bile down that is threatening to spill.

“Not my Sunshine, fuck,” he shouts.

Titus closes the front door behind him and we jog down the steps towards his parked Jeep. Titus's phone is pressed to his ear, and I know he is on the phone to Kaleb.

“We've got a problem, Arizona’s missing, meet you at the office. Get Nate,” he cuts the phone off just as he slams the car door shut. I climb into the passenger side and my fucking heart is thumping so hard.

My phone buzzes and I see Kaleb's name.

Kaleb

It'll be okay, brother.

I lock my phone and my throat thickens when I see the photo I snapped of her a few weekends ago in the kitchen. She is standing in front of the large window, wearing a cream cropped tee and black leggings that sat under her bump. She's holding a bowl of cereal and smiling at the camera, and I choke back, not wanting the tears to fall. Especially not in front of Titus of all people. I've got my own shit going on in my head, I would hate to know what is going on in his.

He punches his finger on the screen of his car as it dials Xavier's name.