In that moment, I thought of Grant. I thought of every timed date, every precisely calculated score, and every block of scheduled "companionship time." I thought of the way he had always said, "Time's up."
And now Miles was standing in front of me, asking if I wanted more time.
I opened my mouth to answer. Then my phone rang. An unfamiliar number flashed across the screen.
I answered. Grant's voice came through from the other end.
It was not cold. It was not methodical. It was hoarse, as if he was holding something back.
"Evelyn. Where are you?"
I froze. Grant had never spoken to me in that tone before.
Without thinking, I answered, "Willowmere."
Silence fell on the other end. Then he hung up.
I held the phone in my hand and stared at the ended call on the screen.
Miles looked at
