But the flashback from my mom—until now I’d forgotten that conversation.
My brother.
God.
Ben.
What she’d done after that…
Their car accident.
I couldn’t concentrate on Travis anymore.
My mom and my brother. I’d lost them that day, and I’d been so wrong.
“I feel weird leaving you here tonight. I could sleep on the couch.”
Travis was inside my place, glancing around. The place was small, really small, which I loved. It felt right and cozy when Brett was here, but with Travis, who was smaller in size and height, it felt suffocating.
“I’ll be fine. I promise.”
My phone was ringing. “I’m sure that’s Brett anyway.”
“Okay. Well…are you sure? I can stay. I’m getting a weird feeling here.”
The phone stopped ringing. It was charging in the other room so I hadn’t grabbed it yet, saw who was calling.
It started ringing again.
“Travis, I need to grab that. Go. I’ll be fine.”
I started for the phone and heard Travis saying behind me, “Well, okay. Oh! Hey.”
I stopped, looked back.
“Brett mentioned you still wanted to see the picture of the guy. Right? Or was I wrong and you don’t need to see the picture anymore?”
It took me a little bit to remember what he was talking about. “The picture?”
“From the traffic cams. We got Haskell, but I promised Broudou I’d show you. It took me this long to get it cleared for your eyes only. You still want to see it?”
“Yes. Right. Yes, I want to see it.”
“Okay. I got it in my truck. I can send it through on your phone. Type in the last four digits of your birthday to open it. Helps with the clearance.”
My phone stopped and started again.
I was distracted and said to Travis, “Uh huh. Sure.” I got to the phone and snatched it up, not looking at the screen before I swiped it open. “Brett?”
There was silence on the other end.
I frowned, pulling it away to see who’d called. It was a blocked number.
Ice lined my insides, and I hung up.
What to do?
Travis.