16 CHARLOTTELuke didn’t wake me on Saturday morning, and neither did the bright, glittery sunshine that poured through the windows of the guest bedroom. Instead, the phone that I had fallen asleep beside buzzed so close to my face that I shot bolt upright, my heart racing as I frantically glanced around.
I clutched my chest, then let out a deep breath and grabbed for the damned thing, desperate to make the noise stop.
Reaching quickly, I grabbed the phone just before it tipped over the edge of the bed, then glanced down at the flashing screen. I had so many missed calls and follow-up voice mails that a knot formed in my stomach at the sheer number alone.
Breathing deeply through my nose, I eased from the bed and tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake anyone on my way into the kitc
