Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 183

“Shall I turn the Gulfstream around?”

“No. Let them land in Savannah. Ana may want her mother here. I’ll come back to you when I know more.” I hang up.

What to do?

Taylor catches my eye.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Sir, I could drop you at the hospital. Shop for your essentials. Leave the shopping bags at your hotel, then fly back to Seattle with Stephan and bring the R8 down for Mrs. Grey so it’s here tomorrow morning.”

“That’s an idea. Let’s see how her father is before we do anything. But yes, that’s a good plan. You could also collect a few items for me, too.”

“Yes, sir.”

Perhaps we’ll have to reschedule Ana’s birthday celebrations to later in the month. While I chew on that, I remember that Mia starts her new job today. I send her a quick good-luck text as Taylor pulls up outside the main OHSU building.

I gird my loins. In spite of my mother’s chosen profession, I loathe hospitals.

In the elevator, on my way to the OR floor, my phone buzzes with a text from Andrea. She’s reserved my usual suite at The Heathman. A nurse at the reception desk on the third floor directs me to the waiting room. Taking a deep breath, I open the door. Inside the stark, utilitarian room I find Ana seated on a plastic chair. Pale, scared, and swamped in a man’s leather jacket, she’s clutching José Rodriguez’s hand. His father sits in a wheelchair beside him.

“Christian,” she cries. The relief and hope on her face as she leaps up to greet me extinguish the brief flash of jealousy that flared in my gut. When she’s in my arms, I close my eyes and hold her close. She smells of apples and orchards and Ana, and the unmistakable aroma of cheap cologne and sweaty nights out.

José’s jacket?

José stands, but José Rodriguez senior remains in the wheelchair, looking pretty banged up.

Shit. He must have been in the accident, too.

“Any news?” I direct my question at Ana.

She shakes her head.

of my wife. Sawyer is seated in the corner. He acknowledges me with a quick nod; I’m grateful that he’s been here with Ana.

“Christian, this is

“Mr. Rodriguez—we met at the wedding. You were in the

“We all were,” José replies. “We were driving to Astoria for a day’s fishing.” His face hardens, and his fresh-faced boyishness disappears, revealing the menacing man beneath. “But we were hit by a drunk driver on the way. He totaled my dad’s car. Miraculously, I

I tighten my arm around Ana.

father up, we followed,” he finishes, and I raise my brows in surprise.

“Yeah.” José shakes his head in exasperation, as if he

“Are you both well enough to

anywhere else.” Mr. Rodriguez’s face contorts; he looks and sounds like he’s in pain.

Maybe

But I don’t press them; they’re here for Ray. Taking Ana’s hand, I guide her back to one of the seats and sit down beside her. “Have you eaten?”

She shakes

“Are you hungry?”

She

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