In his entire life, he felt he had never struggled this much.
He got out of bed and strode toward the small partitioned room.
Melody Monroe was sleeping fitfully, her hands constantly tugging at her clothes.
Watching her, Evan Fairchild immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly turned on the light.
Melody Monroe's brow was tightly furrowed, and she looked like she was in great discomfort.
Evan Fairchild rushed over. The moment he saw her condition, he knew what was happening.
He hurried outside. An attendant standing nearby saw him and immediately came over.
"Mr. Fairchild, is there anything you need?"
"Take this business card and go get Caleb White."
"Yes, sir."
Evan Fairchild hurried back inside, lifted Melody Monroe from the bed, and held her hands to keep her from scratching herself.
Melody Monroe was completely incoherent, lost in a drunken haze.
"Just hang on a little longer," Evan Fairchild coaxed softly.
He didn't know if she could even hear him.
