"You've been awfully quiet, Hailey. Something wrong?" Uncle Pete asked on the drive back home. It was really late. I sat with Celine at the back, she was quiet as well.

I shook my head. "No. I'm fine." But I wasn't, not at all.

"Are you sure? You seem troubled." Jared put in, concern lacing his tone.

"I'm fine." I was troubled.

After that call, my mind had been restless. I could not fathom where to begin trailing my thoughts. The voice on that call had been unrecognizable and I suspected ...