CHAPTER
Margot’s hands trembled as she clutched the phone against her ear. “Sandy, it’s me.”
“Margot? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
The minute she heard how tired Sandy sounded, Margot regretted dialing her number. She glanced at the clock. Why couldn’t she have waited for a decent hour? “I’m so sorry to call. I know it’s late.” She stared at her mess of a living room, despising the fact that she was surrounded by such squalor but far too exhausted to try to do anything about it tonight.
“It’s all right.” Sandy’s voice was full of gentle patience. “Did you hear any news of Becky?”
While Candace was here, Margot had done a magnificent job of holding herself together. A magnificent job until right now she heard her daughter’s name. Half a second later, she was sobbing into her cell phone
