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“Hey, I don’t know if it’s cravings from my pregnancy or the stress of two days with no word from Torin…”
“Or Gage,” Makayla chimed in.
“Yeah, that too, but anyway, it’s driving me crazy,” Donja said as she picked up her phone, checked it, then lay down with a disappointed sigh.
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Fifty-six miles north of Whitehorse, Torin glanced out the back window of the Suburban, the landscape a blur. Considering that he might finally have a signal, he pulled his Android from his pocket.
Almost three bars, it might work.
Gage, who was riding shotgun in the front seat, turned to face him. They shared a look. “I lost my damn phone.” Gage grumbled.
Torin chuckled. “It’s always something with you, your badge, your keys and now your phone.”
Gage laughed. “Are you calling them?”
Torin hit dial and raised the phone to his ear. “Yeah,” he said praying that Donja was better. It rang.
“Torin!” Donja screamed.
“Hey, baby.”
“Are you oaky?” She screeched.
“I’m fine.”
“Grandma?” She whispered, the word catching in her throat.
“She’s just fine, we’re on our way home.”
Donja burst into tears.
“Don’t cry,” he moaned with his eyes squeezed tight, “and tell Makayla Gage wanted to call her but he lost his phone.”
Donja turned to Lisa and Makayla, hanging on her every word. “Torin and Gage are okay and they have Grandma,” Donja blurted. “They’re on their way home.”
Makayla covered her face, sobbing as Lisa hugged them both from behind.
Donja succumbed to full blown tears, she couldn’t control it.
“I can feel your tears,” Torin said.
“And I know it’s killing you, but they’re tears of joy because I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. You sound so much better.”
“I am,” she sobbed.
“Good, because I need a favor.”
“A favor, what?”
“Well, we won’t be home until tomorrow evening, so I need you and Makayla to go shopping.”
“Shopping. For what?”
“Wedding gowns.”