“I need to see you.”
I whispered into the phone, my voice barely carrying over the soft tap of rain against the window.
It had been raining since morning. I stood by the window, watching fat droplets slide down the glass like tears.
Mom hadn’t left her room all day after our little…. Misunderstanding. I hadn’t bothered to knock either. I left her breakfast by the door hours ago, untouched. No thanks. Nothing.
And honestly? I didn’t have the strength to beg for connection anymore.
I needed to see Joseph.
I knew he couldn’t come here. Not with Mom in the house—she’d probably hurl something at his head if she so much as heard his voice. But this wasn’t about them.
It was about Beatrice.
If she had really been out there, roaming free… then he needed to know. Because if Joseph didn’t ge
