“Former occupants?” Ashley repeated nervously. “Is this a joke?”
“She can’t do this!” Linda shouted. “That woman is insane!”
But Ethan wasn’t listening.
He stared at the keypad.
At the cameras.
At the door that had never been his.
For the first time, he understood.
He called me.
I was sitting in a rocking chair at Hannah’s house, my son asleep on my chest.
I saw his name.
I didn’t answer.
He kept calling.
On the fifth call, Linda called Hannah’s phone.
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