“That’s impossible.”
“She’s very upset. Please, just speak to her.”
Then I heard a small, trembling voice. “Mommy? Mommy, please come get me?”
The phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor. It was her voice.
Neil walked into the kitchen holding his coffee mug. He froze when he saw my face and the phone on the tile.
“What happened? What’s wrong?”
“That’s impossible.”
“It’s Grace,” I whispered. “She’s at her old school.”
Instead of telling me I was imagining things, he went pale. Truly pale.
He picked up the phone and hung up quickly.
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