I was at the dining table when the vibration of my phone startled me so sharply that I nearly dropped it onto my breakfast plate. I’d only just finished eating, the taste of coffee and pancakes still lingering faintly on my tongue, when Scott’s name flashed across the screen. My heartbeat picked up. 

I swallowed hard and pressed the phone to my ear. 

“Hello, Scott?” 

His voice came warm and direct, like always. “My dear Sabrina.” 

It was his calm ...