Martin’s phone buzzed against the chipped kitchen counter, jolting him out of his thoughts.
He glanced at it, an unknown number.
His brow furrowed, pulse quickening without reason he could immediately explain.
He answered, voice cautious, trying to sound calm. “Hello?”
The voice on the other end was steady but carried a fragile edge, care wrapped tightly in concern. “Mr. Castillo? I’m your Miss Loretta’s therapist.”
Martin blinked, heart thumping a little harder. Therapist? Since when? “I didn’t know she was seeing someone.”
“I only called because she tried reaching me earlier today, twice. She hung up before I could answer.” The words dropped into his chest like stones. “I’ve been trying to get back to her, but she hasn’t picked up. And you are her legal guardian so I just had to
