Theo had thought he’d burn his. He was sure he had nothing to say to hear from his birth mother after being abandoned by her.
“I’ll be right back,” Peyton told him giving him the burner phone and the wrinkled five-dollar bill. “Go get something to drink and a snack.” Peyton ordered him so he wouldn’t see her leave. And a naïve thirteen-year-old Theo, feeling something was wrong, still did as told.
And when he came back clutching his sweating coke and a bag of Twizzlers, he saw the spot she’d been in, was now empty. Nervous and upset, Theo sat on the curb to wait well until it was dark.
When it was going on ten o clock and she still didn’t come back. Theo was more than a little scared in the dark parking lot with nowhere to go. Thinking the worst happened to his mama and sister, a
