He held out a folded note. « This is for you. »
My name was on it. The handwriting was familiar enough to make my hands go numb. Grant. I unfolded it right there, under the porch light.
Mom, don’t call anyone. Don’t ask questions. Just listen to him and get in the car.
« I can’t discuss details here. »
For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Grant was my wild one. The one I worried about when my phone rang late.
The officer said with a flat expression, « Ma’am, I need you to come with me. »
I looked up, panicked. « Is my son alive? »
His eyes flicked away for half a second, as if he knew something but didn’t want to spill the secret.
« Please, » I whispered. « Is Grant alive? »
He swallowed. « He’ll explain everything. »
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