like witnesses that wouldn’t help me.
“You sure about this?” another voice crackled through the phone.
Deborah.
My wife.
Her voice was faint, distorted by the speaker, but unmistakable. She didn’t sound shocked. She didn’t sound horrified. She sounded… cautious. Like someone double-checking a reservation.
“Yeah,” Trevor said. “It’s done.”
I leaned my forehead continue reading …