Slowly, she reached for the phone and pressed it to her ear. “Bonnie?”
Silence. It filled the line. Then, “Indie?”
Bonnie’s voice…it made immediate tears gather in her eyes and a million emotions rise in her chest. Some good. Most sad.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “How are you?”
“I’m okay. What are you doing answering Noah’s phone?”
“He, um, stepped outside. I saw your name on the screen and…” And what? Wanted to talk to her? Ask her where she was and why she hadn’t come home in thirteen years?
“Congratulations,” Bonnie said.
Indie frowned. “What?”
“Noah told me you’re pregnant.”
He had? “When?”
“Last night.”
“Oh. You talk regularly?”
“Lately, yes.”
How often was regularly? Weekly?
“I’ve called most days in the last week,” Bonnie explained.
Hurt kicked at her ribs, but she wasn’t sure why. Noah had told her they were talking, but not daily.
“I should go.”
“Bonnie, wait—”
But her sister had already hung up.
The door opened, and Noah stepped in.
“All clear,” he said, as he locked the bolt. When he stepped into the room, he looked down at the phone in her hand. “Everything okay?”
“Bonnie called.”
“Really? And you spoke to her?”
“I did. She mentioned you’ve been talking daily.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Indie…I wanted to tell you.”
“Tell me what? That you’ve been talking to our sister so often? That’s between you two.”
“She asked me not to say anything.”
More hurt. But maybe it shouldn’t. Ofcourseshe didn’t want Indie to get involved.
Noah crossed the room and sat beside her. “I’m sorry. But I was scared that if I didn’t agree, she’d cut contact.”
She swallowed hard. “Is she okay?”
