“I’m just wondering why your boyfriend is screening my calls.” Thatcher fixates on the phone like I’m clutching a weapon, and if he blinks, it’ll detonate in my palm. I lift the speakers closer to my lips. “Do you have the right number?” I picture my dad arching a single brow. “Phone numbers aren’t that difficult to memorize, especially ones that matter.” I touch my smile with my fingertips. Thatcher matters to him.
