The Past Catches Up

Kelly

The call came in the middle of the night.  

My phone buzzes against the nightstand, dragging me from sleep. I blink, groggy, confusion heavy in my head as I fumble for it. Adrian stirs beside me, mumbling something unintelligible before rolling over.  

I don’t recognize the number.  

But the moment I press the phone to my ear, Susan’s voice, low and weighted with something different fills the silence.  

“Kelly, I’m sorry for calling so late.” 

I sit up instantly, dread curling in my stomach.  

“What’s wrong?”

A beat. Then….

“It’s Anderson. He doesn’t have much time.” 

The words don’t sink in right away. My fingers...