That sleazy bastard Tom wasn't answering my texts. The fake account he used to stalk Kim, to learn where she worked, stayed silent. I didn't have his phone number, so I was stuck there, staring at my phone like an idiot. He was probably staying with his step-mother, but I had no idea where she lived. I tried calling Anotta too. No answer. Of course. Everything lining up just perfectly to screw me over.
I sat in my car, engine off, parked on the side of the road, hands resting uselessly on the steering wheel while my thoughts went in circles. Nothing came to mind. Nothing useful. Just noise and frustration.
Fuck.
Kim's letter. The ultrasound image. The baby. All of it tangled together in my head until I could barely breathe. How did I let her just walk away like that? Why didn't she trust me enough to stay?
No. That wasn't it.
