“You still there?” Jamie asks.
“Unfortunately.”
“You going back to Frostholm?”
I look out the cabin window toward Briar Cove waking beneath fresh snow.
“No.”
The answer comes too quickly.
Jamie notices. Interesting silence fills the line.
Then: “Maybe you should ask yourself why.”
I hate it when the captain gets emotionally insightful before sunrise.
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Coward.”
“Leader of men.”
He laughs and disconnects. I toss the phone onto the counter.
Then I immediately pick it back up because apparently my entire life belongs to notifications now.
One article catches my attention.
WHO IS MYSTERY WOMAN SADIE BENNETT?
I open it. Bad decision.
The piece includes:
photos of Sweet Seasons Bakery
screenshots from Sadie’s personal Facebook page
comments speculating that Jillie is my daughter
old images of Darren and Sadie together
