Ethan. His voice was frantic, laced with

to get to the hos

d?" I asked,

he... she tried to hurt herself. She's saying it'

. Harassing her.

breaking with fake emotion. "The doctors say she needs

od ran

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ght? You have to come donate. I

from Nashville, a friend of my father's, was in Austin for SXSW. He had heard some of

a meetin

t? Your little songs? Sabrina's life is on the line, and you're talki

vate clinic, not a major hospit

ulation, a sick game. I grabbed my laptop and my purse and

er ma

werved in front of my car, fo

ce contorted with rage. His security guard, a

open. "I told you to go to

it, Ethan. Th

ed me, hard, across the face.

ay," he hissed, his f

abbed my arms, his grip like iron, and hauled me out of m

he SUV and shoved me

me to the clinic.

a call from the producer's assistant. I mi

to force me to give my

woman who loved Ethan Les