Chapter 66

“Uh, Rainar Michaud?” a woman said in a nervous voice.

“Yeah…who’s this?” Rain sat up, his stomach tightening a little.

Tristan put his hand over his shoulder. “What is it?”

“Rain,” the woman said, “it’s Sheila.”

“Oh…hi. Uh—what’s up? I haven’t heard from you in so long. How are you?”

“Look, do you have a few minutes to talk?”

“Sure. Sure.” Rain stood and covered the phone with his hand. “It’s Sheila,” he whispered to Tristan. “Philip’s, well, mother.”

Tristan furrowed his brow. “Wow.”

Rain walked away. In the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed. “What’s going on?”

“Well, first of all, how’s Philip doing?”