The following morning I decided on something. I needed to know what was going on.
The flat had a cage-like feel to it. It was too clean and too quiet. I felt like I was being choked by the sterile air. I was unable to stay.
I had to stop running. Whatever the truth was I had to face it head-on. Carson's deep even breaths were like the puzzle pieces clinking into place as I watched him sleep through a night of restless dread.
I had to know for sure. I had to find out why. I called Fred A little battle was raging in my head as my thumb lingered over his name on my phone.
I took a reassuring breath and hit call. “Annabel?” he asked in a relieved tone that was so real it nearly made me doubt my conviction. “How are you? Where are you? Are you okay?”
I said my voice tight a thin wire of
