AIMEE shouted into the cell phone. “Massachusetts,” Joel said calmly. “I left a few hours ago.” “Why? What are you doing there? And why didn’t you tell me?” “Don’t blow this out of proportion. Can you just calm down so I can talk?” “This is calm, Joel. This is very calm.” How dare he just pick up and leave like that? What right did he have to abandon her to this lonely house with just a note left behind to say he’d be back when he made it right? It wasn’t fair. “The license plates, Aimee. Do you remember when Emery was taken?” “What are you talking about? Of course I remember. I was there, same as you.” A long breath stifled the phone speaker on her end. “We gave it to the police, and after some minimal research, they were led to Massachusetts, right?” “Yes,” she responded reluctantly.
