Micah’s POV
My phone rang.
I didn’t recognize the number, but I knew the timing—midday, mid-semester, mid-sanity—meant it couldn’t be anything good. When I picked up and heard her voice, I immediately regretted answering.
“Micah.”
My mother. Cold, even when the world was burning.
I sat up straighter. “What’s wrong?”
A pause. And my mother didn’t...