“Josephine, wait. I can explain—”
“Do not move,” I repeated, and something in my tone made him stop immediately. I closed the bathroom door with a decisive movement and, without hesitating for a second, I turned the key in the lock.
The click of the lock echoed like a gunshot through the silence. “Josephine, what are you doing?” Caroline’s voice sounded panicked from the other side of the door. “Stay in there and think about what you have done,” I answered, surprising myself with the coldness of my words.
“In the meantime, I’m going to make a few phone calls.”
I walked to my nightstand, picked up my cell phone, and looked for a number in my contacts. A number I had dialed hundreds of times for trivial things—dinner invitations, neighborhood help, casual chats—but never for something like this. Lincoln answered on the second ring.
