The Other Mrs. Hayes
"Hello?"
An elderly voice came through the speaker. "Is… Is this Rose?"
I paused. "Yes, this is Rose. May I ask who's calling?"
"I'm… Hunter's mother."
I fell silent. "Mrs. Hayes, is there something you need?"
"Could… Could we meet?" she pleaded. "I'm begging you."
After a moment's hesitation, I agreed.
…
We met at a coffee shop. Hunter's mother, Michelle, looked even older than I had imagined. Her hair had turned completely white. She wore plain clothes, and the light in her eyes was gone.