I was standing at the construction site, observing the ongoing progress, when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket, frowning when I saw the caller ID. Blake’s school.A sudden wave of unease washed over me as I answered.“Hello,”“Good afternoon, Ma’am,” the voice on the other end said politely. “We’re calling to inform you that your son, Blake, has been picked up early today.”I stiffened. “Picked up? By who?”“By his father, Ma’am. He mentioned it was for a night out.”My stomach dropped. “His father?” I repeated, my voice a pitch higher.“Yes, Ma’am. Mr. Dominic Russo.”My grip on the phone tightened.Dominic.Of course, it had to be him.I ended the call immediately and dialed Dominic’s number, my heart pounding in my chest. The phone rang. And rang. And rang but there was still no answer.I called again. Still no answer.By the fourth call, I was pacing, my nails digging into my palm. When he finally picked up, I d
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