Ida Bell was his sister.
When he hung up, he shoved the phone into his pocket and turned, pausing when he saw me in the doorway.
“What do you know?” I asked quietly.
He froze.
“I’m dying to know what happened exactly.”
He contemplated not telling me, I could read that easily on his face.
But when he studied me for a long moment, I knew he’d decided to share it.
When he got done telling me about his mother, another memory hit.
One of a mean woman that…
“She killed our baby!”
Boone’s face fell.
“She did,” he replied gruffly.
The memory wasn’t complete.
Just a small snippet in time of me talking to Boone, telling him that his mother had caused me to abort my own baby.
Boone had held me so tight as I’d cried that I could still practically feel his arms around me…
“I’m so sorry,” he said.
And it sounded like he’d said that combination of words to me a lot.
I swallowed. “And you can’t find her?”
“No,” he answered. “We’ve looked, too. She’s nowhere to be found.”
“Great.” I huffed. “That’s awful.”
My heart felt like a painful bruise as I thought about the baby that we’d lost before we’d ever gotten to know her.
The pained look in his eyes made me know he felt the same way.
A constant aching pain of where something should be but wasn’t.
“So no one can find her?” I asked.
“No.” He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s only a matter of time, though. She won’t be able to stay hidden for long.”
I hoped he was right.
The thought of always looking over my shoulder didn’t appeal to me.
His eyes dropped to the phone in my hands and he frowned. “What do you have there?”
Finally remembering the email, I held the phone out to him. “I got this, and it says urgent.”
While he read the email, I once again looked around.
