“You wanted to call me?”
“I know that probably sounds weird.” There was a small, nervous laugh. “I just figured a mom might be a little anxious tonight. I would be.”
I pressed my hand against my forehead.
She was not cruel. She was not mocking.
She sounded genuine.
“That’s very kind of you, Madison,” I managed. “Thank you.”
“Your son is having a really good time, Miss Walker. People keep coming up to talk to him. He’s funnier than he lets on. Did you know that?”
A laugh escaped before I could stop it.
“I had a suspicion.”
She paused. I could hear faint music behind her, the muffled thump of bass through a wall.
“Miss Walker, can I ask you something kind of out of the blue?”
