“Yeah. Her townhome sold, and the homeowners she bought the house from here have already moved out.”
“It’ll be great to see her again.”
“So, are you two like best friends now?” Simon asked.
“I consider her a very close friend. We have a lot in common.”
“Yeah, you’re both seeing Charlotte.” He smiled. “Which, by the way, have you been sitting on her couch in the office?”
“Of course. Why would you even ask that?”
“No reason.” He grinned.
“Sometimes I wonder about you.” She shook her head and walked away.
“Same,” Simon mumbled before tipping the beer bottle to his lips.
My phone rang, and when I pulled it from my pocket, I saw Sofia was calling.
“Hey, babe.” I could hear Ella crying in the background.
“Nathan, get home! Ella fell off her bike. I think her arm is broken!”
“I’m coming.” I hung up.
“What happened?” Simon asked.
“Ella fell off her bike. Conner!” I shouted up the stairs. “Ella fell off her bike.”
He flew down the stairs, and we all ran out of the house and down to mine, where my family gathered around Ella.
“Sweetheart.” I ran over to her.
“It hurts so bad, Dad!” she screamed.
“Let Uncle Conner take a look,” he said as he knelt on the ground.
“OUCH!”
“Okay, sweetheart. We need to get you to the hospital,” Conner said. “Charlotte, I need—”
“Already on it.” She ran to their house.
A few seconds later, she returned with a sling.
“You keep slings at your house?” Jackson asked him.
“Yeah, and it’s a good thing I do. Okay, you brave girl. I’m going to put this on your arm carefully. You need to stay really still.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said as the tears poured from her eyes.
“I’ll put her in the back seat of your car, bro, and I’ll follow you to Cedars,” Conner said as he carefully picked Ella up.
“I’ll look after the baby,” Charlotte said to Sofia. “Go, and don’t worry.”
Ella wanted me to sit in the back with her, so Sofia drove us to the ER. We immediately took her back to an open room, where Conner ordered a CT scan.
“Why a CT and not a regular X-ray?” I asked him.