Chapter 10
A few days later, my own drama was the last thing on my mind. I was standing in my laundry room, a pair of jeans in my hand, and singing loud enough that Mama had opened her bedroom door. She was still tiptoeing around me about it, but she and I both knew that I was becoming increasingly comfortable with it.
I got a call from Killer’s number. We weren’t much on phone calls. In fact I couldn’t remember the last time he’s just up and called me. “Killer?”
“No, it’s me,” Noah said.
I felt the jeans fall to the floor, vaguely hearing the thump as they landed on the ground. I didn’t even need to ask to know something was wrong. I could hear it in Noah’s voice, and there weren’t a lot of reasons Killer would surrender his phone.
“Is he . . .”
“He’s okay, Ellie.” Noah sounded as r
