Jim
Something was buzzing.
I grabbed a pillow and pressed it on the side of my head to cover my ears but the buzzing only seemed to get louder. Frustrated, I pulled my covers aside and stretched my arm to my nightstand. I patted my hand on the mahogany desk until I touched a vibrating object. Slowly, I brought it toward me and forced my eyes open. When my vision adjusted to the light on the screen, I immediately sat up, my sleep had vanished.
“Hello?”
“Jimmy…Jimmy…I need…”
“Sara? Sara I can’t hear you, you breaking up…What do you need?”
“I-I…”
“Sara? Sara! Where are you? I am coming right over.”
“He knows…he knows.”
I froze. This couldn’t be happening. How had he found out? We had been careful, we had promised not to tell him. At least until we figured out how to. So how had h
