When Kodi ignored an incoming call from an unknown number the next night, a text alert followed immediately afterward.
‘Hey.’
She didn’t have to ask who it was. She shoved the phone back into her jeans pocket and looked back up at the television. Everyone was piled into one room right now, with the kids lying at various bone-defying angles on the one bed while Kodi and their parents took the other.
It had felt natural to take up positions like that. The kids wouldn’t have dared to sit and sprawl around her like they were among themselves if she had taken the other bed.
“Do you need to answer that?” her mother asked when she silenced the vibration of Bishop’s phone for the second time.
“No. Telemarketer.”
“That’s a new phone, did you not get yours back from that man?”
Kodi shook her
