I was sitting in the family waiting room with the guys, Monique, and Stella.
"Peyton Kelly's father?" A female Doctor called.
"Oh..."
We all stood up.
I stepped forward.
"I'm Peyton's Dad."
"Your daughter is responding well to the treatment. We're going to keep her overnight just to be sure. But she's going to be fine."
I sighed.
"Thank you so much. Thank you."
"You were really, really lucky this time."
She walked off.
I was troubled.
Everybody chatted.
"She's going to be alright." Webber pointed out.
"Yeah."
"Okay."
Sara
I walked into Boston Memorial Hospital.
Joe
"Please tell me Peyton's alright."
Cooper whistled.
"She's your ex-Wife?"
"Makes you wonder why there was ever a divorce."
"Football players are as fragile as their egos."
Sanders was amused by Sara.
"She's going to be..."
I stared at her.
Sara had gotten more beautiful over the years.
"Um... She's going to be fine. The Doctor says that she's going to be fine." Monique answered.
"You're lucky I haven't called the Police."
I stared at her.
"Sara?"
"I got home early and I see you and Peyton. Your faces plastered on the front of every magazine."
Sara had a bunch of magazines in her hand.
"I called Peyton a hundred times yesterday. She didn't answer. I flew out here, got off the plane, and I see all of this on the news."
"Sara?"
"Is that all you can say for yourself? Is "Sara?"
"I... I thought you were dead."
"I can assure you. I'm not dead."
"How did you find her?" Sara questioned.
"I didn't. She found me."
I walked closer to her.
"Wait a minute. Is Karen still in Africa?"
Sara looked up at me sadly.
"She didn't tell you, did she?"
I stared down at her.
"Joe, Karen died in a car accident six months ago."
I jumped slightly.
My eyes darted around.
I blinked back tears.
I looked devastated.
I sighed.
"Oh, Peyton."
