Now I would have given anything to hear her voice.

A faint movement passed through my abdomen.

The baby was still there, reminding me that I had something to do beyond simply endure.

“I know,” I whispered.

“I’m trying.”

<strong>PART 3: THE CALL NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO HEAR</strong>

The moment Garrett returned to the porch, I used the only movement available to me to trigger the emergency call I had prepared for.

I had practiced reaching my phone’s emergency feature before, during the months when the arguments became threats and I started keeping a bag hidden behind the pantry shelves.