I was just getting ready to come down there, but something awful happened—the car won’t start.
Please be okay.
I called Triple A, but it’s going to be an hour before they get out here. I’m looking for someone to give me a ride or loan me a car. . . . I am so sorry. This is incredibly bad timing.
Why is the traffic getting worse. I need to get to the hospital. I need to check on Bailey. Can this go any faster?
“Doctor, you must think I’m a terrible mother, not to be here at a time like this. What did you find out? Please tell me—it was just a fluke, right?”
“Mom."
Bailey's mom's car broke down.
Baileys mom got stuck in traffic.
Bailey’s mother rushes into the room just then, apologizing right and left.