Page 295 of Come Back to Me

Callan’s sent me a few messages.

I feel zero guilt in ignoring the calls from work and tell Amy I’ll ring her later.

Seeing that Tee’s on the phone too, I message Callan.

Me: What’s up? Something wrong at Oakwood?

Callan: No. It’s fine here.

Me: You sure?

Callan: You’re as bad as Colt.

Callan: Has he called you?

Me: No. Why?

Callan: Reilly told him that DNA came back from the body—it’s Marcy.

Now I know why I had a ton of missed calls from work and none from our older brother.

Me: I guess I know why Colt hasn’t called me. He feels this shit harder than us.

Callan: He takes the blame for it, you mean.

Me: Yeah.

Me: Fuck. This is insane.

Callan: We’re nothing like him.

Because I know he’s seeking reassurance, I type out:

Me: Damn straight we’re not.

Callan: Does this mean he’ll rot in jail?

Me: Let’s hope he left trace evidence behind, eh?

Callan: Colt said someone’s coming in from Saskatoon to handle the investigation.

Me: Bet Reilly loved that.

Callan: Who cares? I just want Clyde to be out of our lives.

Me: Same.

Callan: Do you think he killed Uncle Clay too?

Me: I don’t know, bro.

Callan: Have you given up looking?

Me: Between me and you, no.

Callan:

Me: I might never uncover the truth

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