The house was quiet except for the occasional creak of old wood adjusting to cold.
My phone lit up.
Vanessa.
I watched it ring until it stopped.
It started again.
Then again.
Then Julian.
Then Vanessa.
Then Vanessa again.
Over the next two hours, the phone flashed so often it looked absurd, almost festive. I did not answer. Not because I wanted to prolong continue reading …