VINCE'S POV

The sound of the front door closing echoed faintly through the hallway, but I didn’t look up. I was too focused and too on edge. The phone was pressed tightly to my ear, my jaw clenched, my feet pacing back and forth like a storm waiting to break.

"Pick up... Pick up, please pick up..." I muttered under my breath, hoping and waiting to just hear a voice from the other end of the line.

The ringtone filled the air again... I have called five good times, and each time, the phone ...