CHAPTER 9
“I know we need to contact Rory, but is there a way to call someone else on this thing?” Ireland asked.
Flyer nodded. “Sure, it’s a phone. It isn’t programmed for just one number.”
“Do you mind if I use it? I haven’t spoken to my family in three years and with everything going on, I―”
“Call them, Ireland. I’m sure five minutes won’t matter. Besides, I don’t hear the dogs,” Flyer replied.
Ireland took the satellite phone out of the bag and made the call. Walking far enough away so he could see Flyer but have a bit of privacy.
“Hello.”
Hearing the soft sound of his mother’s voice had Ireland’s throat tightening and heart racing.
Gods he had missed her.
“Hello?”
Doing his best to talk past the lump in his throat, Ireland rasped, “Mom.”
Ireland heard his mother draw in a d
