chapter 159

chapter 38. Ghosts of the Past “Dotty, your phone is ringing!” Easton called out from his spot at the kitchen island. I looked up from the sticky pizza dough I was kneading to see my lit-up phone vibrating on the counter in front of my younger brother. Ace and I were babysitting my siblings so my parents could go out on a date. He was playing some video game upstairs with four of my brothers, while Easton, Felix, Wes, and I got dinner ready. We were having homemade pizzas. Easton and Griffin chopped up ingredients— with child-safe knives of course—while I prepared the dough. Wes was hanging out in his playpen nearby, eating Cheerios out of a dinosaur Tupperware container. “Who’s calling?” Easton glanced at the screen. “It’s an unknown number.” “Oh, okay. You can just ignore it then.” “Wait, you got a text!” Easton continued as my phone stopped ringing and pinged with a new text message. A frown took over his face. “It says it’s from…Mitchell Cooper.” My eyes snapped