Rhonda went silent for once in her life.
“Right now,” I said. “She’s calling me right now.”
“Pick it up,” Rhonda whispered. “Tamra. Pick it up.”
I didn’t. I let it ring. I watched MOM pulse on the screen and I counted the rings the way I once counted seconds on a bus seat. One. Two. Three. The thing about avoiding something is you can do it right up until continue reading …
