“Nell!” Someone calls my name and I whip around. And that’s when I see him, walking toward me. “Edward?” I peer at him in the dawn light, in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” He looks disheveled, as if he’s slept in his car. “I got here as soon as I could.” I almost weep with relief. I have never been so grateful to see anyone in my whole life. “But . . . how?” “I drove through the night. I was worried, I didn’t hear from you.” My mind is grappling. “But how did you know where to find us?” “You told me the name of the hospital on the train, remember.”
