Noah's POV
"Why isn't Trevor picking up his damn phone?!" A panic wave comes over me as I try to get in contact with the person that has my child under his protection.
I swear if something happens to my daughter I'm going to destroy him with my bare hands even if I got this stupid cast on. We just left from the doctor's office and he told me that my wrist was indeed broken from the X-ray pictures I saw. It was going to take several weeks for it to heal.
Is it even possible for someone to break your wrist by hand? I should have asked him while I was there but I was too busy having all these bad thoughts of what Trevor could do to hurt my baby.
Christiana sensed that I was overwhelmed so she started to rub my back making small patterns. "Bubba I'm sure they are okay. His phone probably went dead and if something major did happen he would have called you." She told me with a sympathetic smile.