When I reached home, I still had no answers. No one seemed to know more than what Birdy’s dad had already shared and he wasn’t sharing anything. Exhausted and frustrated beyond belief, I lugged my suitcases up the stairs before I collapsed on my bed. I was too antsy to stay there for long, so I showered, then changed into jeans and a tee shirt.

Someone buzzed the bell to my apartment.

I ran over to it. “Yes?” My heart was beating so fast I thought it ...