Chapter Forty-Eight

“Thanks. I'll send you my resume,” I said into the phone.

I sighed as I ended the call. The job in Madison was decent. There was nothing wrong with it. The pay was good, the benefits fair, and I had a friend in Madison that would be happy to rent me a room.

I sat down on the guest bed and pouted.

It just wasn't what I wanted.

I wanted Freddie. I wanted normal.

But those two things didn't go together.

“Zoey.”

I turned at the sound of my name to see Cecelia standing in the doorway to the guest room. Soft morning light filtered around her. Her face was drawn and pale.

“What's the matter?” I asked, rising quickly. Something in the pit of my stomach went cold. I'd seen that face on Cecelia before. It was when she'd told me that our Grandmother had died.

“You have to come in here.” She swallowed hard and glanced toward the living room. “There's something on the TV you need to see.”

Fear whirled dark in my stomach as I walked through the short hallway.

The big TV was on a news station. The