Josh had called Suzanne, but gotten no answer. He was about to call a cab when his phone rang. Not Suzanne, though—it was his father. “Son, just wanted to tell you we’re heading out of town. We’re at Suzanne’s place right now. Wanted to check on her and say goodbye. You might want to get over here.”
His gut clenched. “Why? Is she okay?”
“She’s not here, and your stuff’s sitting outside. But there’s a dog in here barking its head off. Sounds like something’s wrong. We tried calling Suzanne’s cell but didn’t get an answer.”
“Okay, Pop. I’ll take care of it.” Josh hesitated. His parents had taken care of Suzanne in her moment of need. They’d gotten her to the clinic, and he hadn’t even thanked them. In fact, he’d been a d**k. As maddening as they were—as crazy-making, as frustrating—they h
