Lysa's POV
Jason forced me to call Justin.
I pulled out my phone with shaking hands and found Justin's contact. I hit the call button and held the phone to my ear, listening to it ring once, twice, three times. Then it went to voicemail.
I tried again. Same result.
"Well?" Jason's voice was sharp. "What's taking so long?"
"He's not answering," I said quietly.
Jason laughed—that harsh, bitter sound I was getting used to. "He won't even pick up your call? Don't tell me he chickened out after getting hit twice. Some boyfriend."
"He's not—" I stopped, because what was the point? "I think you might have knocked him unconscious. He was bleeding pretty badly when we left."
"Good." There was no remorse in Jason's voice, just cold satisfaction.
I set my phone down on th
