Chase
Tara called me the morning after Missy met Logan.
I was standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee I had forgotten to drink. Allie sat at the island, reviewing campaign emails while sunlight moved across the floor.
My phone vibrated.
Tara’s name appeared on the screen.
I answered immediately.
“Is Missy all right?”
The question came out before I said hello.
There was a short pause.
“She is safe.”
Relief arrived first.
Then suspicion.
“Why are you calling?”
Tara exhaled.
“She asked me not to tell you.”
My grip tightened around the phone.
Allie looked up from her laptop.
“Tell me what?”
“I waited until she came home,” Tara said. “I confirmed she was safe, and I did not contact you while she was still out because I knew you might show up.”
“Where was she?”
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