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It took five minutes for him to call back, but before I even answered the phone, I knew.
She’d died.
“Hello?” I asked in a very small voice.
“Hey,” he said quietly.
“She’s dead,” I said, heart in my throat.
“Yes,” he paused. “It looks like it was self-inflicted.”
My stomach sank.
No.
No, she’d never do that.
“She’d never do that,” I said quietly. “She’d never…”
She wouldn’t… would she?
“It looks like she did,” he said. “There’s a pill bottle next to her, empty.”
“She doesn’t take medication, Tobin!” I cried out. “She’s so freakin’ crunchy that she’d never take medication that might kill her, let alone medication at all. Do you remember how hard it was to get her to take some Tylenol last year when she had the flu?”
She’d moved to Germany last year, and when she’d gotten there, she’d promptly gone down with the flu. Tobin and I had to go back and forth with her to force her to take it so her fever would come down.
She wasn’t happy, and still hadn’t forgiven me for hurting her temple of a body with that ‘filth.’
Addison was avidly against any and all things that weren’t natural.
And from that moment on, she’d gone out of her way to find more natural ways to cure fevers.
“I know,” he said. “We won’t let this go without doing a thorough investigation.”
I heard some grumbling in the background, and I had to clench my teeth and fist my free hand to keep from punching the wall.
The woman wouldn’t even grant me this?
“Enough,” Tobin snarled.
There was an angry expletive, then stomping, followed by the slam of a door and then a baby screaming bloody murder.
The crying stopped, but I could hear the baby making sniffling noises, indicating Tobin had picked him up.
“What do I do?” I asked quietly.
How did I go on in this world without my sister? The other half of my soul?
“You go to your parents’ house. Tell them,” he instructed. “We’ll get you everything we can. I’ll contact Quaid with everything, though.”
Meaning, he was preserving his marriage by not talking to me anymore.
That made me so freakin’ angry.
“Fine,” I said, “but when you know it, please let us know. Don’t wait. I don’t care what time it is.”
“Quaid might,” Tobin drawled.
