Chapter Nineteen
SYLVIEMy phone is vibrating on the cottage kitchen table when I walk back in through the side door. I pick it up quick, afraid it might wake Wes and Barron in the other room.
But when I see the number at the top of the screen, my heart freezes. 501… an Arkansas area code. And I remember the last time I took a call from that area code less than an hour after Holt left my home in a cab.
“Hear my son paid you a visit. That ain’t part of our agreement, girlie…”
“Yes, but…”
I can still remember telling Jack Calson with certainty that I would not see his son again. Ever. And I absolutely believed that would be the case…until two weeks ago. But now—now someone is calling me from an Arkansas number. Again.
I pick up with a small, “Hello, this is Sylvie?”
“Hi, Sylvie! Kyle D
