Chapter 4
I drop the phone again. It bounces on the bed and vanishes in a fold of the comforter. Part of me wants to grab it and demand answers. Part of me wants to hang up and pretend the last half-hour never happened.
From within the down comes Arianna’s muffled voice. I search out the phone, fingers snaking through the covers. For a long moment, I simply hang on to it. Part of me insists I already knew this fact, that it was obvious from the start. I don’t need to hear any more.
Arianna’s voice is more plaintive than crisp. She’s revealed a great many family secrets to tell me all this.
I rescue the phone and turn the screen toward me.
“Oh, thank goodness, you’re still there. Katy, I know this must be a shock, but keep in mind that the Orson Yates of two decades ago was a much diff
