Chloe Traeger The next day, Sawyer had just finished reading a kid the riot act for shoplifting his lunch at the convenience store when his phone vibrated. Chloe, he thought, his chest squeezing with the painful reminder of how she’d slipped out of his bed at some point in the middle of the night. But it wasn’t Chloe. It was Josh calling to tell him that his father had been admitted into the ER for chest pains. “It’s not a heart attack,” Josh said when he’d met Sawyer in the hallway outside Nolan’s room. Sawyer took his first breath in the twenty minutes since he’d gotten the phone call. “So what is it?” “He said he was trying to mow his lawn early this morning when the chest pains came on. He waited until now to come in because he’s Nolan Thompson.” Sawyer gritted his teeth. “He said he’d hired someone to do that for him,” he muttered, though why he felt inclined to defend himself he couldn’t guess.
