A smile graces his lips as he continues the story. “I told them I wanted to show them a new dance routine.”

“Dancing?!” I exclaim, the smile on my face reaching ear to ear. Dancing was my thing. Every time we had guests I would sit them all down, bring out my CD player and make them watch a dance routine I had spent the whole day putting together.

We sit for what feels like hours, watching the shade of the oak tree move slowly, sharing stories and reminiscing about our shared childhood. After a while, I stand up brushing the leaves and dirt off my ass. “Where to next?” I ask.

Running his hand through his wavy blonde hair, he speaks with a forever playful tone in his voice, “What makes you so sure we aren’t just going back home?” The raised brow gives him away, he is so full of shit.

“Because we have ‘heaps to do’ today.” I mimic his earlier statement. Picking up the esky, I turn to walk back towards the car.

“Wait up,” Jesse yells. I don’t stop though, nor do I turn to look back. I’ve spent enough time here today, the small beads of sweat beginning to form on the back of my neck are a telling sign to get the hell out before I crumble.

Back in the car, I grab my phone out of my purse as Jesse slumps down into the driver’s seat beside me, I can feel his eyes on me, watching me stare at the blank screen. Turn the damn thing on Kinsley, you can’t ignore this forever. It’s not even something I want to ignore, I haven’t had any leads, from the Private Investigator I hired, for months now. I look up at Jesse and hand him my phone. He powers it on, not even questioning me. This guy knows me better than I know myself, sometimes it kind of scares me.

“Three missed calls, one voice mail, all from an unknown number,” he says.

I nod, letting him know to play the voicemail.

“Miss Fallon, my name is George Watson. I have some information that I need to share with you. I cannot leave you my number, however, I can make another attempt to call you again tomorrow.”

My lungs scream at me to let out a breath and I offer Jesse a tight smile. He hands my phone back to me, turning his focus to driving. Driving to God knows where. I’m just glad he isn’t asking any questions.