"Tilly is good girl! It rang!"

"It rang?" Deirdre glanced at the cell phone Tilly had thrown on the bed and froze for a second. The number on the screen was etched in her memory—it was Brendan's number, a number she hadn't forgotten even after losing her vision. For four years, Brendan hadn't changed his number.

"Mommy?" Tilly tilted her head.

Deirdre composed herself, picked up her phone, and said, "Brendan? Why did you call me?"

Brendan clenched his fists. "The kid..."

He took a deep brea