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Thirty-Eight

SUNNY

The screen door slammed behind Sunny as she ran inside, Asher’s T-shirt in hand. She discarded it on the kitchen table as he picked up the phone and called the only person she thought could help her with this.

After three rings, Julie picked up.

“Hello.”

“Julie? It’s Sunny. Is Abe around?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to talk to Abe.”

“Let me get him.”

Muffled voices filled the speaker as she listened and waited.

“Sunny? What’s wrong?”

Abe’s low bass voice rumbled through the receiver.

“Is Asher there?”

“No. I haven’t seen him since he left to meet you at the diner.”

“Fuck!”

“Is everything okay?”

“I’m not sure. I think something is wrong.”

“Did something happen between you two?” Abe asked.

Heart pounding, Sunny was pacing in her kitchen so fast the phone cord was tangling around her.

“No . . . At least I don’t think so. I kind of left without telling him, but I was coming right back but then my car broke down, and I was gone longer than I thought.”

A deep sigh came from Abe. “Yeah, that could have freaked him out.”

“I wasn’t leaving.”

“I know, but he can get in his head. You know how he is.”

A knock came from the door. Her heart leaped. Maybe it’s him.

Fighting against the phone cord wrapped around her body, she finally freed herself.

“Hold on, Abe, there’s someone at the door.”

Ready to fling herself into Asher’s arms, she dashed to the door and pulled it open so hard it almost came off the hinges. But the person in front of her was not Asher.

“What is it, lass?” Bridget asked, brows pinched together.

“Asher. He’s missing. Come in.”