Layne bit the inside of his cheek, determined to stay focused on the rosebush outside the window. He didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to give in to the pull he felt whenever Heaven came to mind. Just knowing it existed annoyed the s**t out of him.
The instant her voice filled the room, the pull grew worse. He didn’t know why her father would call or why her voice grew thicker with each word that passed through her lips. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she was crying.
When he faced her, his breath hitched. A few tears descended her cheeks. More threatened to spill. She tried sitting but righted herself. When her lips quivered, Layne inched closer.
She still hadn’t made eye contact, even though she faced him. Every ounce of her attention wrapped around the phone pressed to her ea
