Jacque rolled over onto her stomach and closed her eyes. As the warmth from the air and ground seeped into her, she grew drowsy and slipped into a dreamless sleep.
It was 12:30. Sara had been gone an hour, and Fane still hadn’t heard Brian anywhere. There was an eight-hour time difference between Coldspring and Romania, so it was 8:30 p.m. back home. He decided to call his dad while he had some privacy. Fane had serious questions that should be answered before he had to start explaining things to Jacquelyn and before she started asking questions of her own.
He dialed his father’s cell phone number. “Da?” Vasile said as he answered the phone. This was always the way he answered, with a simple “Yes”, no “Hello” or “This is…”, just “Yes.” Something so small, but it made him homesick.
“Tată
