Chapter 71

Wendy's hand froze on the doorknob, and she didn't speak right away. The room fell dead silent—so quiet you could hear a pin drop. James turned to face her back, his voice laced with frustration and accusation as he asked, "Where are you going? When? For how long? Why didn't you tell me?" He fired off question after question, but she didn't flinch, not even a blink. It was like talking to a wall. Wendy pressed her lips together. She'd thought long and hard about this and decided it wasn't something she needed to hide from him. "I…" Just as she opened her mouth to speak, James' phone rang shrilly and insistently, cutting her off mid-sentence. He frowned and ended the call without a second thought, waiting for her to continue. But the phone rang again and again, interrupting every chance she had to respond. "Take it," she said, opening the door before finally turning to look at him. It was Jenna calling. The moment James answered, a panicked voice came through the line. "Jame