Chapter 6
Delia’s phone chirped insistently. She came to a lurching stop in the parking lot and fumbled in her purse, not bothering to check the screen and see who was calling.
“Hello,” she said quickly. There was a long enough pause that she repeated her greeting. After the next pause went a beat too long, she sighed and started to pull the phone away when she heard her name.
“Yes?”
“Delia, it’s Terry.”
Her stomach lurched and dread filled her followed with flashing anger. Terry was Nick’s ever-absent father whom she hadn’t seen or heard from since the week after she told him she was pregnant. At the time, she’d been in her senior year in college and believed herself in love with Terry. Or so she’d thought. She’d bitterly come to learn the man she thought she loved wasn’t the man he
