Bella's POV
The phone rang for the third time that evening while I was elbow-deep in dish soap, and I let it go to voicemail again, the way I had every time since the letter arrived.
"Is that the sad man again?"
I turned off the tap. Kai was sitting at the kitchen table, legs swinging under his chair, a half-finished dinosaur puzzle scattered in front of him, watching my phone buzz itself across the counter like it was the most interesting thing in the room.
"What did you say?"
"The sad man. From the pumpkins." He fit a triceratops piece into place without looking up, entirely unbothered by the question that had just knocked the air out of my chest.
"He keeps calling. I heard it ring at Grandma's house too."
I dried my hands slowly, buying myself a few seconds I didn't actually hav
