Instead, I asked, “Where is he?”
Daniel took out his phone.
“I can find out.”
“No.”
He paused.
“I want to call him myself.”
Daniel handed me his phone.
I stared at the number for nearly a minute.
Then I pressed the call button.
It rang four times.
A man answered.
“Hello?”
His voice was older than I expected. Warm, cautious, slightly rough.
I could not speak.
“Hello?” he said again.
I closed my eyes.
“Is this Samuel Reed?”
There was a pause.
“Yes.”
“My name is Anna Hale.”
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