Chapter 75. Coma

Aaron POV

My phone rang the next morning. It was Rhoda. We’d barely spoken since Joan left the restaurant in tears.

Rhoda had been upset with me for setting her up with Joan without giving her a heads-up. I never had the courage to explain myself, knowing it was just her way of pretending nothing affected her.

Adjusting the towel around my waist, I swiped the green button to answer.

There was a sniffle on the other end. I froze.

“Aaron?” Her voice cracked slightly, and I straightened up.

“Rhoda? What’s wrong?” I asked, walking toward my wardrobe and grabbing a pair of pants.

“It’s Joan…” Her voice trailed off, and for a second, it felt like my heart stopped. Joan?

“What happened to her?” I asked sharply, hurriedly pulling on my pants and zipping up.

“Her apartment was broken into. Some guys attacked her—they beat her until she passed out. Her neighbor rushed her to the hospital and called me.”

I bolted out of the roo