Chapter 8
Caleb's POV
I couldn't eat. I sat at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee gone cold in front of me, my phone screen still bright with notifications I hadn't finished reading.
It was eight in the morning. I had been sitting in the same chair for over an hour. The ring was still on the table. I hadn't moved it. I kept glancing at it the way you glance at a wound, knowing it's going to hurt but unable to stop yourself.
I had called Nora six times. Six times, the call went to that smooth, professional voicemail that sounded nothing like the woman who packed my lunches and cleaned my bathroom tiles.
Each time I heard that voice, something cold moved through my chest. I called Mia's cell phone. It rang twice and then went to voicemail. Her voice on the recording was cheerful a
