“I said no.”
“If I’d listened, I would’ve known.”
“And then what?”
“I could’ve—”
“What? Told me?”
He opened his mouth.
There was no answer he liked.
I squeezed his shoulder. “You were his son. He should never have put that burden in your voicemail.”
“But he did.”
“Yes.”
“And I ignored him.”
“You were furious.”
“I deleted three other messages.”
My hand stilled.
Elise looked up sharply. “Three?”
“Short ones. I didn’t listen. I deleted them from the notification screen.”
Wade turned away.
Jonah saw him.
“What?”
Wade shook his head.
“What?”
“One of them was after his second treatment.”
Jonah’s face went white.
“How do you know?”
“I was sitting with him when he made it.”
“What did he say?”
“I don’t know. He asked me to leave the room.”
Jonah stared at him for a long time.
Then, very carefully, he put his phone in his pocket.
