Destiny called Margaret eleven minutes after receiving her message.
She had read it so many times that the words had begun to lose their meaning, yet she still couldn't put her phone down.
Destiny had questions. More questions than she knew how to arrange into a coherent conversation. But there was one thing she had learned since the beginning of all this: people rarely came forward with the truth without bringing something else with them.
Sometimes it was fear.
Sometimes it was guilt.
And sometimes, in Bailey Falls, it was something much worse.
Margaret answered on the fourth ring.
"Hello?"
"It's Destiny. You sent me a message."
"Yeag, I did."
There was a brief silence.
Destiny shifted on the edge of her bed, glancing towards the closed bedroom door. "You said you were the one who connected my call to Christy."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I'd rather explain everything in person," Margaret said. "There are things I need to show you, and I don't want to discuss them over the phone."
