“Hannah, I love you.

I love Lily.

I made a terrible mistake letting my mother run our lives, but I’m coming home to fix it.”

I ended the call and walked into the kitchen, setting my keys on the counter next to the sink.

The room smelled faintly of bleach from scrubbing the floor the night before, but the empty spot on the wall where our family calendar used to hang looked raw and gray.

My phone rang again three minutes later, the same unknown number on the screen.