Thirteen
Jamison
I’m on my way to the rental place when my phone dings in the center console. All I catch is 911, so I pull over to the side of the road and pick it up.
It’s an unknown number, but it’s an Alaska area code.
Unknown Number: 911. Sedona needs help and needs a new breast pump. Hers is broken.
I stare at the words, trying to process who’s sending this to me. The phone vibrates in my hand and another text message pops up.
Unknown Number: Don’t skimp on the price. Imagine a suction on your p***s, would you go cheap? I think not.
What the f**k? I stare at the message for some clue as to who this is, but I don’t have enough time to figure it out because they message again.
Unknown Number: Go to the baby store in town, Jamison. Ask for a breast pump. Get over to Sedona’s. Ar
