Tropesick

Chapter 78

Katie

I found myself at the edge of Meredith’s private drive, clutching my phone, listening to it ring. My hand was hot. The rest

of my body, ice cold.

“Hello? Katie?”

“Hi,” I said. “I, um . . . I’m really sorry to bother you.”

“That’s okay. Are—Are you all right?”

I laughed, but barely. “Are you busy? Could you maybe meet me at home?”

“Like, Long Island home?”

“Yeah. Long Island home.”