Sarah’s POV
It came through the phone, low and steady. It wasn't the voice he used when pretending to be a loving husband, it was sharp.
The moment I heard his voice, a wave of disgust ran through me. I already knew why he was calling. It had to be because of his phone.
I pressed the phone tighter against my ear and forced myself to breathe.
“Sean?” I said.
“Yes. It’s me Sarah.”
There was a small pause on the line, the kind that always made my stomach twist. Sean rarely paused, unless he was thinking carefully about what to say next.
“I can’t seem to find my phone,” he said finally.
My eyes moved slowly across the kitchen, from the small table to the sink and the cabinets, until they finally stopped on my coat hanging on the chair, where his phone was tucked deep inside the pocket.
