IMOGEN'S POV
My phone rang again, shrill and sharp against the quiet air. I snatched it up so quickly my nails scratched the screen. The number was blocked, but I already knew.
I pressed the phone to my ear. "Where is he?"
David's voice oozed through like oil. "He's with me."
I froze.
"We'll be leaving Portland very soon," he said, like he was reading a weather report. "I've got enough cash to take him so far you'll never see his face again. No more PTA meetings. No more precious fucking art projects. You'll just wake up every morning with your womb aching."
I swallowed, my knees locking to keep from collapsing. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because you love him," he said simply. "Because Talia does too. And that kind of love makes people weak. So I'm going to use it."
"Where are you?" I whispered.
"In a few hours," he said, ignoring the question, "I'll tell you where to find us. For now, I suggest you get two train tickets. You and Talia. Think of it as your goodbye tour."
