SWEET SPOT
I said, my voice thick with emotion, “I think I want to end the call now. I want to go to bed.”
“Okay then,” Susie replied gently. “Don’t think too much of it, okay?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “Goodnight.”
I kept my phone aside and curled up under the covers, trying hard not to think about it. But the image of that necklace on Aida’s neck kept flashing in my mind. I closed my eyes, willing sleep to come.
Just then, my phone beeped.
I opened it with a sigh. It was a message from Ezekiel.