Sunday morning, Dorothy stood at her apartment window watching the sun rise over the parking lot. Kylee had been up twice in the night—once at 2 AM, again at 5. Dorothy had fed her both times in the dark, moving quietly even though there was no one to disturb.
Jake should be awake by now. Probably eating breakfast at the cabin with Marcus, getting ready for another day on the lake. No cell service. Unreachable.
Perfect.
Dorothy picked up her phone and called his number.
It rang once, twice, three times. Then voicemail.
“Hey, it’s me.” Dorothy’s voice was carefully controlled, just the right amount of breathless excitement mixed with exhaustion. “So, um, the baby came last night. Saturday night around eleven, I started having contractions. I drove myself to Mercy General and she was bo
