“Hello?” I answered, pressing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I sorted through gloves.
“Ma’am? This is the police.”
Everything inside me froze.
My hand went still.
My breath caught.
“Yes?” I managed.
“You need to come home immediately. We have an important matter to discuss.”
That was it.
No explanation.
No reassurance.
Just those words.
And suddenly, every fear I’d ever buried clawed its way to the surface.
“Is… is everyone okay?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
There was a pause.
“Please come as soon as you can.”
The line went dead.
I don’t remember how I got permission to leave. I don’t remember the drive home.
All I remember is the pounding in my chest.
The worst possibilities kept replaying in my mind.
Had Logan gotten into trouble again?
Had something happened to Andrew?
Had I pushed my son too far by making him carry responsibilities that weren’t his?
By the time I pulled into the driveway, my hands were shaking so badly I could barely turn off the engine.
And then I saw him.
A police officer.
