Vanessa’s POV

Vanessa was in the middle of rocking Jayson when the burner phone vibrated in the drawer. That alone made her pause, but she didn’t rush to pick it up. She never rushed, rushing was for people who were afraid of missing something. Vanessa knew that whatever or whoever was on that phone would wait. Everything always waited for her.

Jayson stirred slightly in her arms, his tiny fingers curling against her silk robe. She hummed softly, the sound automatic, soothing. Once he ...