Anabelle sat on the couch, her hands clasped tightly together. The room was quiet except for the sound of rain tapping against the window.
Carson’s words still echoed in her mind, soft but heavy. Even though she had stood firm, a part of her heart felt shaken.
She stared at her phone on the table. After a long moment, she picked it up and scrolled through her contacts. Her finger hovered over Fred’s name. She hesitated, then pressed “call.”
The phone rang twice before his calm voice came through. “Anabelle?” he said.
“Fred,” she said softly. Her voice trembled more than she wanted it to.
“What’s wrong?” he asked immediately.
She took a slow breath. “Can you come over?” she asked quietly. “Please.”
“I’ll be there,” he said without hesitation.
She hung up and sat there, staring at t
