The phone felt cold and unnatural in my hand as I pressed it to my ear. I was wedged between two narrow walls in a forgotten corner of the house.
Adelaide was asleep in my bedroom, but the thought of her innocent chatter repeating anything to Xavier kept me tucked away. I felt ridiculous hiding from a four-year-old, but I couldn’t take chances.
"Dad?" My voice barely rose above a whisper.
"Savannah!" His voice filled the small space, laced with that familiar teasing tone. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're avoiding me. Why haven't you called me? How are Jermaine… and Jace?" He added the second name almost as an afterthought.
"I've been busy," I muttered, staring at the ceiling. A breath hitched in my chest. The urge to blurt out my questions about my mom's family, about a possib
