“What do you need me to do?” she asked.
I thought about it.
“Do you still have the text messages? The ones from your dad?”
“Yes. All of them.”
“Don’t delete anything. Screenshot every message, every voicemail, everything from August until today. And send them to me.”
“Okay.”
“And Lauren?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t answer him. Whatever he texts you next. Don’t answer.”
A long pause.
“He’s already texted me four times while we’ve been talking,” she said.
“What does he say?”
She read them to me.
Your mother is overreacting as usual.
Tell her to call off the police and we can talk like adults.
Laur you need to call her and calm her down.
You know how she gets.
I listened to every word.
And for the first time in my life, they didn’t make me doubt myself.
They made me certain.
“Send me those too,” I said.
PART 5
