Kelly
The call came in the middle of the night.
My phone buzzes against the nightstand, dragging me from sleep. I blink, groggy, confusion heavy in my head as I fumble for it. Adrian stirs beside me, mumbling something unintelligible before rolling over.
I don’t recognize the number.
But the moment I press the phone to my ear, Susan’s voice, low and weighted with something different fills the silence.
“Kelly, I’m sorry for calling so late.”
I sit up instantly, dread curling in my stomach.
“What’s wrong?”
A beat. Then….
“It’s Anderson. He doesn’t have much time.”
The words don’t sink in right away. My fingers tighten around the phone.
“What do you mean?”
Susan exhales. “His condition worsened tonight. The doctors don’t think he’ll make it much longer. If you—” She
