Millie woke with a start, like someone had pulled her out of sleep. Her heart thudded hard enough to make her stomach turn. The mild anxiety she’d gone to bed with had turned into full dread.
She stared at the ceiling, then slipped out of bed quietly.
Cody was still asleep, curled under the blanket.
Phone in hand, she stepped into the hallway and called Clara. It rang long enough for her to think about hanging up before a sleepy “Hello?” came through.
“Hey,” Millie whispered, tiptoeing. “Can’t talk long—I’m heading out to meet this Mr. Moretti guy.”
“Wait. Mr. Moretti? As in the one-night stand Moretti?”
Millie winced. “I don’t know if it’s him. Bert just said a Mr. Moretti wants to talk to me. There are probably a thousand Morettis in the city.”
Clara let out a sound between a gasp
