Chapter 20

The clock on the computer read 7:21when the desktop finally loaded. Skype took another minute or so to open, and Preston wasn’t the least surprised to see Tess already online. As he was moving the USB microphone into place—they had a separate one so Abby could pull it closer when she spoke, otherwise Tess wasn’t able to hear her very well—an incoming call came through. Preston clicked the button to answer it.

A moment later, a video feed opened on the screen and he saw Tess smiling at him, her long blond hair pulled back into a loose knot at the nape of her neck. She wore an Army green T-shirt and dog tags around her neck. “Hey there, handsome,” she said. “My baby girl still eating breakfast?”

“Three guesses what she’s having,” Preston joked, “and the first two don’t count.”

Tess rolled her eyes. “What do you do when the store is out of blueberry? Because sometimes they are, right?”