“Garrett!” The voice broke, hitting a higher pitch at the end of my name. “Jamie? Is that you?” “Garrett, he’s here! He’s here and he’s angry and I’m scared.” I threw the comforter off my lap, twisting to lower my feet to the floor to stand. “Jamie, calm down. Who’s there? Where’s your mom?” “He has her! Please, Garrett, he’ll hurt her, don’t let him hurt her. No, no, no, he’s yelling now. Please, Garrett!”
