“Sam?” The next evening Courtney knocked on the open door.
Heather and I looked up from where we were lounging on the bed. Logan was at Taylor’s, and Courtney faltered in the doorframe, scratching behind her ear.
“Um, there’s a lady here to see you.”
“Me?” I gave Heather a look, starting to put my pen and book away. “She didn’t say who she was?”
“Helen or something?”
My eyes found Heather’s again. Helen?
Heather raised her eyebrow and scooted to the edge of the bed. “You want to talk to her?”
I shrugged and stood, hugging myself. “I guess.”
Mason and Logan’s mother never sought me out. A red alarm blared in my ears, but I went down the hallway to the door. It was closed, so I guessed she was in the hallway.
I opened the door and stuck my head around. “Ms. Malbourne?”
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