COLEEN
I sat on the floor of my bedroom, my back pressed against the side of the bed, knees drawn up, phone balanced between both hands. The call log was still open.
Unknown Number. Called once. Didn’t leave a message.
And yet it left a crater in my chest.
It had been two days, and I hadn’t told Hayden. I hadn’t told Dad either. I kept replaying the moment in my head, like I could go back in time and change the events of that day so it would be like she never called.
I wanted to forget it happened. I wanted her to stay buried where she belonged, in the past.
But now I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think straight, and I couldn’t pretend anymore because this news was weighing down on me more than I’d love to admit.
With a sigh, I tapped my father’s contact.
It rang three times before his
