The phone beeped again, and I touched the screen with one finger.
An “URGENT” text was on the screen.
I couldn’t stop myself from clicking on it.
My phone opened without me putting a password in and it took me to an email that read “OPEN IMMEDIATELY.”
I opened it.
I read the email, even though I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be on my phone.
But seeing as it’d come across as “urgent” I’d decided…fuck it.
I read, and reread what it said, my heart in my throat.
I’d known that my marriage to Boone was recent.
I also knew, thanks to Eddy, that I had another apartment in Miami that I’d have to clean out soon since I’d moved jobs back home.
If I had things to move…
I got out of bed and stretched, thankful that the throb in my head was low and much less intense than it was yesterday.
I headed to the bathroom first, washed my hands, then lifted my shirt to take a look at my belly.
I could feel the baby moving inside of me, likely doing somersaults.
That’d partially been what woke me, along with the sound of my phone.
As I looked at my belly, I smiled.
It was weird to see it moving from the inside.
I pressed my hand into what appeared to be an elbow or a knee and got a kick back in response.
Dropping my shirt, I went in search of the man that made my heart race.
I found him in the kitchen standing in front of glass windows that overlooked a mountain range.
He was talking on the phone.
“…know that she was involved somehow,” he said. “If she was the one in the passenger seat like she usually was, she’d have been killed.”
She being me.
Apparently that day that we’d had the wreck I’d been driving.
And seeing as Boone didn’t appear to be the kind of guy that usually let a woman drive, I’d wondered why.
“No one’s seen her since,” he continued. “My mother hasn’t answered any of the phone calls that Denver or my dad has placed.
“Yeah, Ida Bell. She’s good,” he said.
Who was Ida Bell?
“Yeah, it’s good to call you sister, too,” he answered. “I’ll call you if I get any more updates. Yeah, you, too. Bye.”
His sister.
