Chapter 19

When Harrison saw that Sara was calling him, his heart leapt into his throat and he almost dropped his phone on the hardwood floor of his bedroom. He swore, rustling around underneath the bed to grab his still ringing phone. He managed to pick it up a second before the call would’ve gone to voicemail.

“Sara? How are you?” he answered in a rush.

Silence. Then: “Harrison?”

That was definitely not Sara’s voice. If he didn’t know better, it sounded like a little boy’s.

“James?”

“Yeah, it’s me. How did you know it was me?”

Harrison sat down on his bed. “Call it a lucky guess. Why are you calling me? Are you okay? Is your mom okay?”

James made a noise. Harrison couldn’t tell if it was a grunt, a laugh, or maybe just a six-year-old boy’s sound of frustration at stupid adults. “She’s fine. She doesn’t know I’m using her phone, though. So you can’t tell her. She gets mad if I use it without permission.”

Harrison was tempted to ask how James knew her passcode, but then again, kids were s