“Marley,” the voice said. “It’s Elise.” The line crackled. “I need—” Marley had so prepared for this eventuality that her speech dribbled out of her mouth. “Shay is happy and thriving, he—” “This isn’t about Shay. I need—” Marley heard Elise’s voice catch. “I need your help.” Dread tickled the back of Marley’s neck. Never had Elise asked her for anything. “Where are you?” she asked. “I’m at the church.”
