Destiny had called the number four times since morning.
Each attempt ended the same way. The call failed before it could ring, leaving her with nothing but the option to try again later.
She had stopped believing that would make a difference.
The documents Renee had brought from Grey's room lay spread across her desk. Destiny had examined the hospital address, the telephone number, and the reference printed near the bottom of the page. She had even checked the back of the folder, hoping someone had written something there and forgotten to remove it.
Nothing.
Her phone sat beside the papers, displaying the number that had called her the previous evening.
She still remembered Christy's voice.
And then the silence.
Dean found Jeff outside Greg's house, sitting on the low wall beside the driveway with his phone resting loosely in his hand.
"You look like someone died," Dean remarked.
Jeff glanced up. "Good evening to you too."
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
