"Who is Gianni?” I asked.
She froze.
Then she pulled away from me and got up from the abruptly, shoving past my shoulder as she snatched the phone from my hand.
“Um—um—excuse me,” she stammered, already moving toward the door.
She didn’t wait for a response.
I sat there, confused, watching her disappear down the hallway. My gaze dropped to the phone night stand where her phone was. I thought back to the picture on the caller Id —a young boy with brown eyes and soft curls. There was something hauntingly familiar about him, though I couldn’t place why.
I didn’t know any children so i brushed it off.
She was gone only a minute—maybe less—murmuring urgently into the phone, then she returned, breath uneven, resolve forced into place.
“I think I have to leave now,” she said quickly. “I r
