I skipped down the bleachers, holding my finger up to Joey to tell her one minute. Her attention was entirely consumed by the lacrosse game. I knew she would hardly notice my absence. Once at the bottom, I moved slightly to the side and caught Alex’s gaze across the field. He was watching me, but as the whistle blew and the play started, he looked away to jog across the field.
My hands shook as I pressed to answer, pulling the phone to my cheek and breathed out a shaky “hello?”
The voice answered almost right away, “Allison,” my name rolling off her tongue like she’d said it a thousand times before. That same voice I’d heard before, the one that had haunted me for days after that first voicemail. This could be anyone, it could just be a creep messing with you, I tried to tell myself. Yet
