The next morning, Cyrus had got up early to hit the hotel gym. He was on the treadmill when his cellphone rang. He didn’t recognize the number but figured no one knew the number but friends and family, so he answered it anyway.

“Hello?”

“Cyrus Evans?”

“Yes. Who is this?”

“Cyrus, It’s Tammy. We need to talk.”

Cyrus stepped off the treadmill slowly. He felt his chest clenching like it was in a vise. He was sure he was going to have a heart attack and couldn’t get his mind around who was calling him or even why.

“Cyrus? Are you there?”

“Yes. What do you want?”

“I know you...