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Shea’s phone rang a few hours later. She tried to ignore it until Jessica started shaking her. “Shea, your phone is ringing. Please, make it stop.”
Shea picked it up. “If this is the alarm company, call the f*****g cops.”
“Shea? It’s me.” It wasn’t the alarm company. But the voice was familiar.
Her half-asleep mind tried to put a name to the voice. “Mama?”
“What? No, it’s Wendy.”
She sat up and looked at the clock. It was four in the morning. “Wendy.” It took a moment to recall the previous day’s events. “You find Annie?”
“No.” Wendy sounded like a wounded puppy. “Can you come over? I need your help.”
Shea groaned in frustration. How do I tell her no without being a self-centered b***h?
“This is between you and your old man. After what happened yesterday, I think it’s best if I
