“Jane… talk to me.”
Mrs. Calloway’s voice felt farther away than it should have, like I was hearing her through water instead of standing right in front of her. My eyes were still locked on my phone screen, on those words that refused to change no matter how many times I blinked.
Stop looking. You’re closer than you think.
Closer to what?
Closer to who?
“Jane,” she said again, softer this time. “What is it?”
I swallowed, forcing myself to breathe past the tightness in my chest. “Someone just texted me.”
“Who?”
“Unknown number.”
“What did they say?”
I hesitated.
I didn’t know why.
Maybe because saying it out loud would make it more real. Maybe because a small part of me didn’t want her reaction, didn’t want to see if anything in her face would give her away.
But I told her anyw
