Saturday, March 31, 10:55 p.m.

The night before Easter, I call Jack nine more times before I give up and go to bed.

Just as I’ve pulled the quilt up over my head, I hear a far off ringing.

My cell phone.

I jump out of bed and rush through the dark house, stumbling against furniture. I dig through my purse blindly and pull it out. The glowing screen is blurry without my contacts. I fumble at the talk button.

“Jack?” I say. “Hello?”

“Hey. It’s me.”

I slowly stand up straight. My heart begins to pound so hard I feel dizzy.

“Spine,” I say.

“Hi,” Spine says. “Too late to call? Did I wake you?”

“How did you get my number?”

“It’s quite a story. You’re gonna love it.”

“What did you do?”

“You’re gonna love it,” he laughs.

 

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