CHAPTER
“Hello?” Margot fumbled for her cell phone, cursing her splitting headache.
The voice on the other end of the line was deep, masculine, and grumpy. “Margot, what’s going on?”
“Jack?” She didn’t know what to say. Why was her ex calling her so late at night? What if it had something to do with Becky? She tried to jerk herself awake.
“Margot.” Jack’s voice was strained. Angry. As usual.
“Yeah.” She rubbed her eyes with her free hand, immediately regretting that vodka last night. “I’m here. I’m awake.”
“Margot.” Deep in the recesses of her memory was the hint of the time when she loved to hear him speak her name. But that was before. Before the divorce. The barely-legal other woman. The disappearance.
“I’m here,” she mumbled. “What do you want?” If Jack was going to call her at
