Chapter 22 — The Note Under the Door

The calls began the next morning, twelve of them by eight o’clock, ten from my parents’ number and two from Danny, and I stood by the counter with my thumb against the edge of the phone and did not answer any of them.

Do you want to call them back, Marcus asked.

I want to know what they have to say, I said.

That isn’t quite the same thing, he said, and he was right, as he usually was about the difference between a thing and its shadow.