Lance’s lips thinned into a tight line. A dull ache started in his chest, like a thread being pulled taut.
Catherine got up and walked over to him with a smile. “I saw a short video the other day about something like this. A group of women wanted to test their husbands, so they lied about being scammed out of money and called them to see how they’d react. It’s silly, but a lot of women do it these days. It’s like they can’t find their own worth unless it’s reflected by a man. I personally find it rather pathetic.”
Lance stared at his phone. He had tried calling Jessica back, but there was no answer.
“See? I told you,” Catherine said, smiling. “She won’t answer until you show up in person. It’s probably part of the game.”
Lance’s brow remained deeply furrowed. Catherine reached out and gently smoothed the crease between his eyebrows. “If you’re really that worried, just go,” she chided softly. “I’ll go home and stay with Amy.”
“Okay,” Lance grunted. “I’ll go check it out. I’ll have Aaron drive you home.”
Without another word, he rushed towards the door. Catherine stared at his retreating back, her fists clenching at her sides.
Halfway to the club, Lance’s phone rang. It was Aaron James. “Mr. Smith, Catherine was just in a car accident.”
Lance slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt in the middle of a one-way street, forcing the driver behind him to stop short. A cacophony of angry horns and curses filled the air. Lance gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, then slowly started driving again. At the next intersection, he made a sharp U-turn and sped back the way he had come.
…
Jessica felt like she was dreaming. She saw her mother, young and beautiful again. Overcome with a wave of grief, she ran into her mother’s arms, sobbing. “Mom, I don’t like being a grown-up. If I were little again, would you come back? Mom, I miss you so much.”

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