Mallory shrugged. “Then at least you’ll know. At least you won’t spend the rest of your life wondering.”
Savannah’s stomach twisted.
Because she would wonder.
If she didn’t fix this, she would spend every day for the rest of her life thinking about him.
Thinking about what they could have been.
Savannah sat in bed, staring at her phone, her fingers hovering over the call button.
Her pulse pounded so hard it drowned out every rational thought screaming at her to put the damn phone down.
She had no right to call him. She had no reason to. But she needed to hear his voice.
With a shaky breath, she tapped the number and quickly turned on private caller ID.
If he didn’t answer, at least he wouldn’t know it was her.
The line rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Her chest tightened, her fingers clenching the blanket in her lap.
And then—
His voicemail clickedon.
"You’ve reached Chase Montgomery, Montgomery & Associates. Leave your name and number, and I will call you back as soon as possible."
Savannah’s breath caught, her entire body going rigid as his voice wrapped around her like a ghost.
Deep. Steady. Controlled.
Like he was perfectly fine. Like he wasn’t wrecked. Like she hadn’t left him standing on that dock with his heart in his hands.
But what truly shattered her—what made her drop the phone completely—was the sound.
The faintest rustling of wind.
The rhythmic lapping of water.
Like he had recorded the voicemail while sitting on his dock.
Their dock.
Her stomach twisted painfully as she sucked in a sharp breath, pressing a hand to her lips, swallowing back the sob clawing its way up her throat.
She had thought hearing his voice would make it better.
She had been so, so wrong.
Because now?
