My stomach tightened again.

On the second day I was away, Mr.

Dawson had heard Jenna calling from a bedroom window.

He’d gone over and knocked, but Brooke opened the door and told him Jenna was resting after a sleepless night.

“I asked if she needed a doctor.

Your sister laughed and said I was overreacting.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I should have.