Aria

I yawned again, bone-deep exhaustion clawing at my spine as I finally checked my call logs. And there it was, that number. The same one. The one that never spoke, never gave me a chance to speak. Just called and disappeared.

It stared back at me like it was waiting.

I walked toward my car and hit “Call” on my husband’s number, the phone pressed tight against my ear.

“Babe, did you find out who owns the number?”

“Not yet,” he said. “Jack hasn’t called me back. Did you ...