Page 48 of 7+Us Makes Nine

But I only saw a number. Not a name.

“Hello?” I asked again. “Who is this?”

“Catherine!?”

My blood froze in my veins as I pulled my phone out from my ear again. I checked the date in the upper righthand corner of my outdated flip phone.

Hannah should still be in rehab.

“Hannah, what are you doing?” I asked.

I heard her whooping and hollering in the background before her voice came back to the phone.

“Catherine! What are you doing? There’s this awesome party you should come to,” she said.

“Hannah, no. I’m working. I’m not coming to any party. Where are you?” I asked.

“Oh my god. Cat. You’re really missing out. This guy on the table? He’s hot as fuck.”

“Hannah. Where are you? I’m coming to get you,” I said.

“Oh you’re fine. I’ve got a friend here with m-. Huh? What? Yeah, Catherine Faust. My sister.”

“Hannah, who are you talking to?” I asked.

“You know her!? Catherine! There’s someone here who knows you! I didn’t know my friend knew you. Hold on, she wants to talk.”

“No, no, no, no, wait. Hannah. Hannah!”

“You bitch.”

My eyes widened as my eyes whipped around for Michaela. I found her sliding down the slide and I instantly went to retrieve her.

I knew that voice.

Hannah was at a party with Anya.

“Give the phone back to my sister,” I said.

“I don’t know who you are or what you’re doing trying to wrangle my husband, but I’m coming for my children. Do you hear me?”

“Miss Caffy? Who’s that?” Michaela asked.

“Is that my daughter? Where the hell did you take my daughter!?”

“Come on, Michaela,” I said as I took her hand. “We need to get back to the house.”

“You let go of my daughter’s hand!” Anya exclaimed.

I heard wrestling in the background before Hannah’s voice appeared again.

“Why the hell are you at a party with Anya?” I asked. “Why the hell are you at a party at all!”

“Because I got out of rehab and wanted to celebrate. I didn’t know you were working for Jace Logan. Is he as hot in person as he is in all those movies of his?”

“That’s my fucking husband!” Anya shouted.

“Oh shut up,” Hannah said. “You guys are divorced.”

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