ZOE DEAN'S POV
It had been two days with Aunt Gina and her family. So far, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. True to her word, she made sure I ate properly — maybe even too properly. I was beginning to feel like I was losing shape from all the good food, but I wasn't complaining. After everything that had happened, peace — even boring peace — was a blessing.
That afternoon, I was in my room, sitting on the floor and playing with Micah, Aunt Gina's little boy. We were building towers out of colorful blocks when my phone began to ring from the bed.
"Hold on, buddy," I murmured, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off my jeans.
When I reached for the phone, I saw Fredda's name flashing across the screen. A smile tugged at my lips. Finally.
"Hey, girl!" I exclaimed the moment I picked up.
But the voice that came through wasn't hers.
My breath caught midair. My smile vanished.
"Zoe, where are you?"
