Wow, I'm glad y'all liked the last chapter! I appreciate the interest and the time y'all have spent reading it. I hope you enjoy this chapter too. It's extra long.

"What are you saying, Oliver? This can't be. My father left me and my mother when I was just a child. He didn't want anything to do with us. This has got to be a mistake. He doesn't even know me."

"He knows more than you think he does."

"No, no, no, JD is lying. He has to be. He's just trying to mess with my head. It's all a game to him."

"Felicity, JD is scum, no doubt about it. He is a sad excuse for a human being, if we can even call him one. But JD is a criminal and by that fact alone, he trusts no one."

"How do you know that?"

"Besides knowing his brand of cockroach, I pretty much beat the truth out of him."

"What the hell did he say? How did he get involved with my father?"

"Your father contacted him initially, but JD doesn't just make deals blind. He didn't do anything without an insurance policy."

"What do you mean?"

"When JD made his deals, he'd secretly record the phone conversations or take pictures with anyone he had illegal transactions with. He did this, as he told me, more often than not. As diabolical as he was himself, he just assumed everyone else was twice as bad as him. He knew the people he dealt with were likely to kill him on a dime once they got what they wanted from him because these kinds of people don't leave witnesses alive. They can't afford to."

"Did he tell you what my father wants from me?"

"He met with your father face-to-face one time and that was on the initial meeting to set up your kidnapping. He taped it with, according to him, an undetectable device he had hidden in his shirt. It was equipped with a hidden camera with audio and video. He's got the whole conversation recorded and downloaded."

"Where the hell would someone like JD get such sophisticated equipment?"

"He's a paranoid sociopath who loves himself. I'm sure he spends a lot of money trying to save his ass."

"So where are these recordings now?"

"The recordings were downloaded on a computer that he kept locked in a locker at the Starling train station. I broke into the locker on the way over here and took it. I watched it, Felicity. He goes on and on about you. He sounded obsessed. He doesn't speak fondly of your mother either. He's been keeping tabs on you for a while now. He knew an awful lot about you, what college you attended, what you majored in, where you work now."

"God, what does he want from me?"

"He wants to use you, Felicity. He's been biding his time waiting for you to perfect your skills. He just used JD as a means here in the states to facilitate the kidnapping. He's been watching you from afar and he knows what you are capable of, how smart you are. He knows you can hack through any firewall and security system and he wants to use your skills in his criminal organization and criminal activities."

"He told JD all of this, why?"

"Your father is a talker. He's very arrogant but very threatening in a very calm and malicious way. He told JD who you were, and how you dated his brother and exactly what he wanted him to do. JD hated his brother so this was almost a bonus job for him. Then your father proceeded to tell him where to find you and that if he didn't deliver on the goods, he would personally cut off all five fingers and all five of his toes. He put the fear of God in JD. So when you escaped, he was fucked. He had to find a way to make good on the deal and so he took your mother because otherwise he knew he was a dead man."

"Why didn't he just turn over the recordings he had of my father to the police?"

"Because he would have to turn himself in and he wasn't willing to do that. Besides, he knew if he told the FBI anything, he was a dead man. It only took me almost killing him to admit the truth."

"My father is a monster, Oliver."

"I'm sorry you're having to deal with this right now after everything you've been through already."

"It's just so crazy. I never would have helped him do what he wanted me to do."

"Well, by taking you against your will and using his sick form of intimidation, I think he thought he could make you do whatever he wanted."

"Thank God you saved me when you did or I would be with him right now."

"I don't even want to think about that, Felicity."

"Me either. I can't believe this is happening right now."

"I'm so sorry. "

"I wish we'd hear something. Do you think he's gonna want to trade her for me?"

"That might be what his plan is, but that's never gonna happen, Felicity."

"I never wanted him in my life after the way he left and I was okay with that, but I still wondered if he was somewhere out there thinking of me, I guess like all children do. I don't understand how he became this vile person. My mother loved him once, I'm sure of it, or was that a lie too? I don't know what to believe anymore."

I sat down on the couch and put my face in my hand and started to cry. Oliver followed close behind me.

"What can I do for you, Felicity? Just say it and I'll do it."

"I want to see the recording."

"What?"

"I want to see it. I want to see his face."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"I have to. I need to. I need to see for myself what I'm dealing with."

"I understand that's what you think you want, but maybe you should take a moment to think about this. It's not gonna be easy for you to see."

"I don't need time, Oliver. I need closure. Do you have the computer with you?"

"No, it's in a safe place, but I downloaded the file to my cell phone."

Oliver got out his cell and started the recording as I sat there and watched in utter horror and disbelief at what I saw and heard. I couldn't fathom how the man on that recording could be my father let alone anyone's father. He was cold, calculating and callous in his expressions and speech. His demeanor was calm yet frightening as he recited exactly what he wanted JD to do. At one point he was getting very agitated with all of JD's questions and shut him down quickly with an open-ended but horrifying threat. I didn't need to see JD to tell from his voice that in a matter of seconds my father had single-handedly turned JD, who was seriously deranged in his own right, into a terrified little boy. And the part that will probably always haunt my thoughts was when he spoke about me. He was heartless, emotionless, just matter of fact. He told JD if I caused him any problems when he took me hostage that he could do whatever he had to do to get me on that plane as long as I was breathing. I was just an object he wanted to possess, a means to an end. His disregard of any human decency made my skin crawl. My own father was void of a soul. I felt sick to my stomach and told Oliver to stop it half way through.

"I've seen all I need to see."

"Are you okay?"

"I will be. I have no tears to shed for a man like that."

Oliver put his arm around me on the couch and squeezed my shoulder and pulled me to him. He was always comforting me at every turn. I just wish our lives weren't always this hectic so we could actually talk about something as mundane as the weather sometime.

"Oliver, is the FBI out looking for my father?"

"I haven't shown anyone this recording yet, Felicity."

"Why not? We don't have time to waste. We don't know what he'll do to her."

"We don't need a bunch of people involved right now and your father getting tipped off. That's why I'm going to find him and get your mother back myself."

"You know where they are?"

"I have a good idea where to start."

"Where?"

"There's a good chance she's somewhere in Germany."

"In Germany?"

"Yes, Germany."

"But Oliver, Germany is huge. We need more to go on than just the country."

"Well, according to JD, his meeting with your father took place about a month ago in Mexico when they made the arrangements for your kidnapping,but your father mentioned he was going to be flying to Munich that day. And when JD took your mother to the dropoff point, he heard the men who took her mention Munich again. We'll just need to do some checking to see if we can find any records of your dad being in Germany, but that's a good place to start."

"I'll do some checking of my own. I'll go get my computer."

"Wait," Oliver grabbed my hand.

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna find your mom, I promise."

"I know you will. But then what?"

"I'll go get her."

"Wait, Oliver, that's not what I'm asking you to do. Even if you confirm she's in Germany, you could run right into an ambush because we don't have enough intelligence right now. Let the FBI or authorities handle this. My father is ruthless, we know that much, but we know nothing about how he lives. He seems to be a man of power and influence and when he wants something he'll either pay or kill to get it. Let's just wait till we hear something. He obviously wants me, not her."

Diggle suddenly appeared in the doorway and walked in the room.

"Am I interrupting?" he asked.

"No, come on, Dig. We need to catch you up on what's going on anyway."

"Oliver, before you do that, I need to talk to you now. Could you excuse us, Felicity?"

"You've never excused me out of a room before, Dig, so this has to be about me. What is it? Tell me," I demanded to know.

"It's okay, Dig. Felicity needs to know what's going on. This involves her."

I looked back impatiently waiting on Dig to speak.

"When I left in a hurry a while ago to let you two talk, I went to the lair to pick up a few things. I left my phone in the car for a short time and when I got back, there was a missed call. It was from Felicity's mother."

"Felicity's mother?" Oliver said with a surprised tone.

"I hadn't realized Felicity gave her my number or I would have kept the phone on me."

"Oh, my God, I can't believe I didn't tell you that. What if she doesn't call back?"

"Felicity, she left you a voicemail."

"She did? What did it say?"

"I think we all need to hear it."

Dig put the phone on speaker and started the message. As soon as I heard my mother's soft voice cracking in obvious distress, I began to cry.

(Voicemail Message)

"Felicity (sobbing), listen to me carefully, honey. I've been kidnapped. I'm been taken out of the country. I don't know what's going on. They won't tell me anything but that they want to make a trade, me for you. I'm sorry."

Male voices heard yelling in the background.

"Honey, don't do it, I beg you! Don't come here."

A loud slap, followed by a moan is heard, and then a voice shouting, "Read exactly what we told you or we will kill you now!"

"Okay, okay," my mom cried out in the background.

"Felicity, tell no one of this conversation or I'm dead. Take the United Airlines 7 am flight to Munich (sobbing uncontrollably). A car will be waiting for you at the airport. You will be taken to an unspecified location where the exchange will be made. You must come alone or they will kill me. If you're not here within 24 hours (voice cracking), they''ll slit my throat."

"I'm so sor -"

(message abruptly ends)

I stood there in utter shock after what I had just heard.

"God, Oliver, she doesn't even know my father is behind this. How could he be such an animal?"

"Wait, what? Your father is the one that kidnapped your mother?" Diggle interjected.

"Oh, God, we haven't filled you in on that part yet," I apologized. "My father is the one who kidnapped my mother, who tried to have me kidnapped."

"I'm sorry, Felicity."

"He only took her mother to get to Felicity," Oliver said. "Felicity was his target and now with that message it's confirmed he wants to make a trade."

"Well, what are we waiting for? You were right about Munich. I need to call the airline and book that flight immediately. I have to pack," I said practically in hysterics.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. There isn't a chance in hell I'm going to let you go to Germany," Oliver said as he looked square at me.

"Oliver's right, Felicity, it's too dangerous," Diggle said deciding to give his two cents.

"That's what you two are for. I'm sure you'll find a way to protect me and not let me out of your sight, right?"

"In a foreign country with a man like your father, even a minute alone is too much," Oliver said, not letting up.

"But you heard her. If I don't go, they're going to kill her. I can't leave her there to die, Oliver, I won't."

We all stood there for a second looking at each other trying to process everything that was going on.

"Oliver, I'm going to try to trace where this call originated," Diggle said in a hurry probably to escape the argument he knew me and Oliver were about to have.

"That's a good idea. Get back to me ASAP if you find out anything, okay?"

"I definitely will. I'll talk to you 'both' very soon." Diggle turned to look at me with a parental eyebrow raised as if to tell me to think about what it was I was about to say as soon as he left the room.

As soon as he left my apartment, Oliver looked at me with sudden urgency and I knew what was coming next..

"Felicity, I will go to Munich. I'll find a way –"

"And I'll go with you."

"No, you won't."

"Oliver, they don't want you there. They want me there."

"I'll find a way around this and a way to get your mother out of there. Just let me think for a second."

"Come on, you heard her. They're going to have a car waiting for me at the airport. You are a lot of things, Oliver, but you can't pass for me. I have to be on that plane or she's as good as dead. We have no time and no other options."

"Wait a minute. That's it, Felicity. We do have another option."

"We do?"

"Yes. 'Felicity' will be going to Munich but 'you' won't be going to Munich."

"Huh?"

"We're going to send someone in your place."

"What? Who would be trained and ready to fight against a dozen armed men and be able to kick ass like you can while pretending to me?"

"Sara."

"Sara?"

"Yes, Sara. She can go in your place." The words just spilled out of his mouth while I was still processing them in my head.

"Sara? I thought she left town and wasn't coming back?"

"She did, but I know how to get ahold of her. She'll help me. She'll help us."

"Oliver, this is my father we're talking about. He's obviously kept tabs on me and knows what I look like. I can't risk it."

"Look, Sara may not be a dead ringer, but she's about your height and frame. If we put her hair up like yours, put glasses on her, and dress her like you, I think it will buy us enough time, at least for her to be taken to the undisclosed location. Your dad hasn't seen you personally in a very long time and he'll probably not be at the actual pickup point anyway. I have a feeling he'll lay low until you're brought to him. He's used to other people doing his dirty work for him."

"Oliver, I don't think it will work," I said hesitantly.

"Look, by the time he realizes Sara isn't you, we'll already be there and in a position to save your mother."

"But if they see that we tricked them, they will not hesitate to kill my mother before you could even find her." I laid my chin down against my neck and closed my eyes trying to erase the visual from my mind.

"I promise you" – Oliver grabbed my face and lifted my drooping head back up. "Look at me, Felicity."

I reluctantly made eye contact with him knowing he was about to convince me of this crazy plan.

"Felicity, this is the best shot we have to bring your mother home without sacrificing you in the process. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to get your mother back and make your father pay, but you aren't trained in these kinds of situations and there is no way I am willing to let you risk your life. I can't let you do that."

"It's my life to risk, not yours," I yelled out.

"Felicity –"

(Interrupting) "Oliver, I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to my mother because I didn't follow their ridiculous instructions, as crazy as it would be for me to do this."

"It would be more than crazy. It would be suicide," he said raising his voice.

"But isn't that my choice?"

"Think rationally here, please. If you go and get yourself killed, your mother is dead anyway. How does that solve anything?"

"I know. I know. But this is a big risk you want me to take with my mom's life."

"Trust me, Felicity, we can make this work."

"I do trust you. I just don't trust them."

"Well, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I was that reckless with your life and allowed you to go in there unarmed, untrained, and not prepared to handle this type of situation."

"So you don't want me to go at all?

"I don't want you to get killed, Felicity."

"You don't know that he'll kill me."

"That's not a risk I'm willing to take."

"But if I go and do as he wants, maybe he'll release my mother. That's all that matters to me."

"I won't leave you there alone with him. There's no way in hell."

"Will you stop being so overprotective, Oliver!"

He's infuriating but in a romantic-esque kind of way. I can't even think straight right now.

"I'm sorry, but you're not thinking rationally about this. Even if he lets your mother go, he could escape with you to God knows where. We only have one chance to get your mother out and it doesn't involve trading you. I'm not willing to just hand you over to him. I refuse to do that."

"You refuse?"

"Damn it, Felicity. You heard the recording. He's dangerous. He's relentless. He doesn't care about you. He wants to use you for his own selfish gain," he yelled out.

I had never seen Oliver like this, especially when it was directed at me. The tears that were waiting to come began to fall.

"I'm sorry, Oliver, I know you're just trying to protect me. I didn't mean to lash out."

"No, I'm the one that's sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Oliver came over to where I was standing, stopped in front of me, and we both threw in the towel.

"Come here," he said as pulled me into his chest and I dug my face into it.

"I didn't mean to blurt that out in that way. You're just making me crazy, " he said holding me close.

"I don't want to fight with you about this, Oliver. I'm just scared."

"I'm scared too, Felicity, of not being able to convince you to stay in Starling."

"I just don't know what to do."

Oliver let go of me and held onto my shoulders.

"We'll figure it out. I just want you to tell me you won't go against me on this."

"I don't want to go. I don't want to leave here. I don't want to leave you...(pausing)...Or Diggle or my job.

"Then please let Sara go in your place. Trust me, trust her. We can make this work."

"I can't lose my mom, Oliver. That's not an option."

"And losing you is not an option for me. Do...You...Understand...That?"

Oliver was almost shaking as he stood there looking dead at me. "I care about you way too much, Felicity. Call me selfish, call me overprotective, call me whatever you want, I don't care, but you are not something I'm willing to give up when you're the only sane, sweet and innocent thing in this secret, crazy life that I have to keep hidden from the rest of the world. You're my smile, Felicity. It's just there when you're around. I truly depend on you because you make be a better person and I like who I am when I'm with you. You have changed me more than you know. Without you, I'd revert back to someone I don't like, that I don't want to be."

I stood still, not saying a word, nor did I know what to say to his emotional outburst.

Oliver reached down and put my hands in his. "Do you see now why I could never let you risk your life?"

"Mm-hmm." I had no words to challenge him, not that I'd want to challenge what he just said to me.

"Please, Felicity -" his voice cracking - "don't fight me on this," he pleaded with me. "Not this. I need you to let me handle this."

"Okay, Oliver, okay." My ability to argue the point was moot after what he just said to me. I just wanted to rewind back to that.

Oliver, still holding my hands, pulled them up to his chest and held onto them. I could tell he was relieved. I still wasn't sure this would work, but deep down I knew he was right. I could go all the way there. I could find my mother and my father could still kill us both. I had no way to escape armed gunmen or the hidden dangers I would face like Sara would be able to. I just hated feeling helpless.

Oliver called Sara and filled her in on the plan and she was on her way back to Starling as we speak.

"Felicity, can you book the airline tickets for me and Sara?"

"Sure. But if she's going as me, she's gonna need a fake passport with my name on it."

"I'll call Dig, fill him in on everything. With his connections, I'm sure he can get her a passport. Oh, after you book the flight, I also need you to call Queen Consolidated and tell them to have the jet fueled and ready to arrive in Munich when I contact them. Sara and I will need to get out of there in a hurry, I suspect, with no red tape to worry about, so I need them ready to fly on a moment's notice. It's a long flight so I can't have any unnecessary delays on their departure."

"Okay, Oliver, I'll handle it."

After our phone calls, I went back into the living room where Oliver was sitting on my couch and went and sat next to him.

"Are you going to kill him?" I just blurted out of the blue.

"As much as he deserves to die for what he's done, I wouldn't kill your father unless you wanted me to, Felicity."

"I feel nothing but betrayal and disgust where he's concerned. I don't need you to kill him for me to already know he's dead to me. I just want him in prison, unable to hurt anyone again. He means nothing to me, but you do mean something to me, Oliver, and I love you for saying that to me, but you've killed enough people on account of me and I don't want another one on your conscious. So just save my mother, turn my father over to the FBI or whoever will bring him to justice."

"I will."

"And don't you dare get yourself killed."

"I promise."

"When you see my mother, will you tell her I love her?"

"Yes. I'll do everything in my power to bring her home to you, okay?" Oliver said as he kissed my forehead softly.

"Now, after I leave town, don't go anywhere until I get back from Germany. Stay here with Diggle. I don't want anyone to see you outside this apartment or it may blow Sara's cover."

"I promise I'll stay here."

"Well, I'm gonna go in the other room and call my mother and tell her she'll need to handle things at the office for a few more days," he said as he started to walk out of the room.

"Hey, Oliver, I was gonna make me something to eat. I'm kind of hungry. Can I make you something too?"

"Yes, I could use some food, especially if I'm not cooking it."

"Me too."

"That's very funny, Felicity."

We were finally able to crack a smile in spite of everything.

Diggle had come back to the apartment while I was beginning to cook and so I made enough food for three. We all sat down and had a meal together but not talking about the issue at hand until we were done.

"That was delicious, Felicity. But Sara texted and I've got to get out of here and meet her at the lair to go over our plan of action. It's already after midnight ."

"Dig, I need you to stay here with Felicity while I'm gone and not let her out of your sight. This goes for when I'm in Germany too. I don't need them to catch wind that Felicity is still here in Starling."

"Not a problem," he said.

(Cell phone ringing.)

"Oliver, hold up. That's my passport guy calling. I need to take this. Make sure everything's a go. I'll be right back."

I was standing in my kitchen putting the plates into the sink when I sensed Oliver walking over towards me. I was compelled to say something to him before he left on this dangerous mission, but I didn't know how to put my feelings into words to fully describe the depth of emotions I was experiencing. I wish he could just crawl inside my head.

"Please be careful," I whispered breathlessly while looking down at the dishes in the sink.

"Well, 'careful' isn't exactly my forte, Felicity." He walked up from behind and I felt how close he was by the sound of his breathing.

"Well, then will you come back in one piece?" I said, still not looking at him.

He gently put his hand on my arm and the electricity of it startled me. He spun me around slowly so we were now facing each other. I was extremely nervous. I thought I had put those days behind me and was better at hiding it, but my body wasn't cooperating with me at the moment. I was losing the battle with myself on staying calm. You would have thought I had just ran a marathon with how heavy my breathing had suddenly gotten. I propped my hand that wasn't in the sling up on the counter behind me in nervous response to his close proximity to me and so I would not clumsily lose my balance.

"All of me will come back to you, I promise," he said as he lifted his hand to touch my face, tracing it down slowly until he reached to the bottom of my lips.

That's it. I didn't think about it, I didn't plan it, and I didn't care. I just grabbed Oliver's neck and pulled him down toward me and kissed him on his lips. I just felt compelled to do it. I had to do it.

"Did you miss your intended target again, Felicity?"

"Not this time," I said I was trying to catch my breath.

I owned it. Now what am I gonna do?

"I just wanted to give you something to remember me by while you're over there risking your life."

"I don't need anything to help me remember you. I could never forget you. Don't you know that?" he said as he ran his fingers down my arm.

"I don't want to say good-bye to you, Oliver," I said feeling anxious and desperate.

"You don't have to. I'll be back in a few days. I will call you as soon as I get there."

"You know what, don't call me, just come back, okay?" I said as things got more intense when I realized I hadn't relinquished my hold on the back of his neck.

"I'll come back...for you," he said softly, then hesitated for a second, as he began to close the small gap between us.

"You won't even know that I'm gone," he whispered in my ear.

"I'll know. I feel you slipping away already."

"I'm right here with you right now."

He cupped my face and I immediately exhaled, anticipating what he was about to do. He whispered softly as his lips were an inch from mine. "I want to give you something to hold onto, Felicity. I've been wanting to do this for a long -"

"Everything's set," Diggle suddenly blurted out as he walked back into my apartment, surprising me and Oliver and causing us to immediately jump apart from each other in order to make some distance between us.

"Oh, there y'all are. Oliver, Sara called and is already at the lair waiting for you. She said you didn't answer your phone."

"I didn't hear it ring."

"You must have been pretty preoccupied."

"Yeah, you can say that," Oliver said as he glanced back at me.

Oliver slowly walked up to me with Diggle standing there and I hesitated not knowing what he was going to do. He raised his hands to my face and I slightly flinched as he took off my glasses.

"I'll be needing these."

"Oh, right."

"I'll see you soon, okay?"

"I'm gonna hold you to that."

"Keep her safe, Dig. I'm depending on you. I've only got one of her."

"I've got her, Oliver. You better get going. You'll need to be at the airport in the morning at 5:30 a.m., so you have less than eight hours to get Sara briefed. Here's my contact's number. As soon as you get a picture of Sara disguised as Felicity, email it to him and he'll have her passport for her first thing in the morning."

"I'll see you two in a few days. Don't worry."

"Oliver, I…" I said nervously.

"I know, Felicity…me too."

Oliver walked out and I missed him immediately. It was now a waiting game and waiting wasn't "my forte."

Oh, Felicity, how on earth are you going to sit still while the man you obviously love is risking his life for you again?

It had been almost three days since Oliver left and still no word. I had bitten almost every nail off and ate as much mint chocolate chip ice cream as I cared to admit. Diggle tried to keep me calm, but three days and no word from Oliver wasn't making me in the mood to be calm.

"Diggle, shouldn't we have heard something by now?"

"Not necessarily, Felicity. Anything could be happening. No news could be good news. It probably meant Sara was able to successfully impersonate you long enough to let her and Oliver find your mother's location."

"I guess you're right, but it doesn't make me worry any less. God, why did I tell Oliver not to call me?"

Two more hours passed. I cooked us a late dinner and Diggle helped me take off my sling. It hadn't been quite a week, but close enough, and I didn't feel any discomfort anymore. I just wanted it off. We played Pictionary and Scrabble to pass the time. It was a long three days but Diggle was the one other person in my life that I felt completely safe with. He was truly like the big brother I'd never had and never really wanted until him.

"Felicity, how are you holding up?"

"I'm okay, can't you tell?"

"That bad, huh?"

"It's just so hard not knowing what's happening. I know I told him not to call but now I wish I hadn't. I just hate hearing the phone ring and thinking it's bad news."

Diggle placed his hand on my shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, Felicity. I'm sure we'll hear something soon. I know how much Oliver means to you."

"You do?"

"Yes, only Oliver doesn't know how much Oliver means to you. You should tell him, you know?"

"I was going to. It's just things keep getting in the way."

"What sort of things?"

"Everything lately. And to top it off, he said something that makes me think he might still have feelings for someone else."

"I don't know what you think you heard, Felicity, but -"

(cell phone ringing)

"Is that your phone?" I jumped in anxious anticipation.

Diggle took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen.

"It's Sara," Diggle said as he looked at the Caller ID.

"Sara, where are you?" he said as he answered the call.

Diggle sat and listened for a few seconds, and, as he did, he turned his back to me and I couldn't make out what he was saying, but his body language said he was beginning to tense up.

"Okay, okay, we'll meet you there." Diggle turned back around and ended the call.

"Felicity, we've got to go to the hospital."

"What hospital? Our hospital?"

"Yes, we gotta go now."

"Is it my mother? Is it Oliver?"

"I'll explain on the way. Grab your purse, we need to go now."

to be continued...