Chapter 73. Drunk and Bad News

“Hailey?” Uncle Pete shot up from where he was sitting when I came in. “Is everything okay?”

I nodded as I removed my shoes and placed them on the rack. “No. I’m tired. Where is Zion?”

“In our room. He’s asleep. Are you alright?” His tone was calm and patient as always.

“Yes. I’m fine. Just exhausted.”

He watched me, worry etched on his features. “The operation went well?”

“Yes. Thank God.”

“Good.” He stood up and stretched a little. “I was waiting for your call.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” I ran my hand through my hair. “I had to rush home earlier, clean up, then go back to the hospital to be with Zaya. So much happened today, and my whole head is pounding.”

“Sit down and breathe,” he urged gently.