Hermosa POV

He felt around the table with his hand, fingers sliding across the wood until they found the phone. My heart jumped. I watched him pick it up and I already knew what was coming.

"Hey, can you help me?" He held the phone out toward me. "I can't see the numbers."

I took it from him. My mind was already made up. *Don't let him call.*

"You're fine," I said. My voice came out calm. Too calm. "I lied about staying in the cell."

"Why?" He looked at me. "I don't ...