Chapter 19
She’s dying? I must have heard her wrong. I shouldn’t have heard her at all, considering it was a private phone call. but… No, I just can’t consider it. Etta White is not dying. It seems physically impossible for someone with so much life radiating out of her not to have breath in her lungs. Regardless of the fact that I heard it with my own ears, my mind is still trying to argue that I must have misunderstood.
“I felt like you needed to know what was going on, Paul. I need him to come home. Please. I don’t care who you have to tell, bribe, blackmail… Just get him back and get him here.”
I walk quietly back to my room and shut the door gently. I realize my hands are shaking as I push my hair away from my face. I run my fingers through it and clench them around the strands and
