“Really, dear, you’re overreacting. He’s perfectly fine.”

Click. She hung up on me.

I stared at my phone. In 15 years of knowing Betsy, she had never hung up on me.

“We’re going to get him,” I told Dave.

***

The two-hour drive felt like an eternity. My mind raced through every conversation I’d had with Betsy. Every look she’d given Timmy. Had I missed something? Some sign of her true feelings?

“She better have a damn good explanation,” Dave said, breaking my thoughts.

We didn’t bother with the front gate. I marched straight around to the backyard where the voices and laughter echoed.