Chapter 3

Later, I was sprawled out on the guest room bed, lost in thought as I stared at the ceiling.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed.

A text popped up from an unknown number. [Happy divorce.]

I thought it was probably another scam. I rolled over, shoved my phone under the pillow, and closed my eyes.

Suddenly, I remembered that summer years ago, when someone gave me a piggyback ride home.

His back felt small; his shoulders were solid.

He only spoke when I started crying, his voice low and gruff. "Don't cry. I'm here."

I was jolted awake by my phone ringing.