CHAPTER 98
Her phone buzzed, the sound like an avalanche in the silence of the house. She glared at the name on the screen. Perfect timing. As usual. "What do you want?" Cooper wasted no time on pleasantries. "Are you inside?" "Be more specific." He sighed. "I'm sitting outside Rachel's house." Calla blinked, momentarily stunned. What? "Why?" "I..." She heard the sound of his engine guttering to a halt. "I figured you'd be here." The boy who sees too much, indeed. Calla sighed. "The door's unlocked." And then she hung up the phone. She waited there in the darkness, trying to make sense of her jumbled thoughts. She'd been following a promising thread of thought, but she'd lost it. Like sand falling through her fingers. The sound of footsteps on the staircase told her that she was not a
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