“911, what’s going on there, darling?” He asked, lowering his voice until it was almost a whisper so.
hen again.By the third time, his jaw had locked so tightly the muscle beside his cheek jumped.“I’ll take it,” he said, reaching for his keys before anyone could offer to go with him.The drive to Willow Bend took seven minutes.It felt longer.Rain slicked the windshield. Tires hissed over wet pavement. On the sidewalk in front…