COLEEN

I sat on the floor of my bedroom, my back pressed against the side of the bed, knees drawn up, phone balanced between both hands. The call log was still open.

Unknown Number. Called once. Didn’t leave a message.

And yet it left a crater in my chest.

It had been two days, and I hadn’t told Hayden. I hadn’t told Dad either. I kept replaying the moment in my head, like I could go back in time and change the events of that day so it would be like she never called.

I wanted to ...