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“The kids? You’re worried about them when I’m about to go tojail! What kind of sister are you?”
Jesus. This chick. How are we related?
“Yes, I’m worried about your children. I need to pick them up, considering you won’t be able to,” I reply, not bothering to answer about helping her out. Let her sit there all night or longer for all I care. She’s not my main concern.
“They’re at school,” she finally answers.
“It’s too late for them to be at school.”
“Then, I’m not quite sure where they are at the moment. You know their schedule better than I do.”
“Jesus. I need to go. Hand the phone back to Kyle.”
“No! Not until you fix this for me!”
I hang up.
A few minutes later, my phone rings again.
“This’d better be Kyle, or I’m disconnecting the call again.”
“It’s me,” he answers. “Never thought I’d hear you say that on the other line.”
“Me either,” I mutter. “So?”
“She won’t see a judge until tomorrow, concerning her bail … if she’ll even receive one. The guys who arrested her said she asked her boyfriend to look after the kids.”
“So, she knows where the kids are. She just wouldn’t tell me.”
“Or she doesn’t remember. She’s drugged out of her mind. I’m surprised she knew whoyouwere. Roger somehow wasn’t carrying anything. My guess is, he gave it to Claudia, so we couldn’t book him, too. You and I both know that dude isn’t someone I’d trust with my children. Call Trey and pick them up. Gage can go with you if you’re concerned about your safety. I’ll have someone keep you updated about Claudia.”
“Don’t worry about sending Gage. I’ll be fine and figure everything out.”
“Good luck, Chloe.” His tone isn’t one filled with intimacy. He’s concerned but still cold. He’s doing his job, treating me as he would anyone else in this situation, but it’s not the man who told me he was falling in love with me. He’s no longer the man I was falling in love with.
“And, Kyle?” I say, hoping to catch him before he hangs up.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing it for the kids, and it’s my job.”
I grab my purse and keep my phone to my ear while walking to my car. “Right … I guess.” I stop to find the right words. “Do you … do you think you can stop by and talk tonight or tomorrow?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
And it’s his turn to end the call.
* * *
I callTrey as soon as I get in my car, and he answers with the first ring.
“Where are you?” I ask.
“Mom’s,” he mutters.
“Who’s there with you?”
