Chapter Fifteen
Aimlessly, Kate stared at her ceiling as the night wore on. Claiming a massive headache, she told her mom she was going to crash early. Holding her phone in her hand, she peeked again at the text that had come about an hour ago.
It was from Jared and it simply said, I’m sorry.
Debating whether to reply, she was trying to piece together what to say. A part of her craved to call her mother in and tell her she must make Jared promise to never call or text her again. However, the insight from earlier plagued her and she knew she was done with hiding from confrontation.
He picked up on the second ring. Without a hello, he launched into an apology. “Kate, I can’t tell you how sorry I am about the story. Your mother said reporters were hounding you two all day.”
“Was it Nikki?”
“Yes,” he replied and swallowed hard. “How did you know?”
“Lucky guess,” she said dryly. She was glad to have a definite confirmation—she now could begin working on her voodoo doll. “It’s not your fault this happened. I just wanted to call and explain that this doesn’t change anything. I’m still trying to see into Cori’s head and I’ll pass any info along to you.”
“Well… I’m grateful for that,” he said awkwardly. “Kate, about the other night…”
“Oh no, we’re definitely not going there. I’ve had a traumatic enough day to not rehash that particular humiliating debacle. Listen, we’re good, no hard feelings. I’ll call you, Detective Corbett, if I see another vision of Cori.” She hoped her formalizing his name conveyed her need to keep things professional.
She had never heard him sound so off kilter. “I feel horrible about the news story and everything else…”
“Really, don’t worry, it will work out. To be honest, I’m getting to the point where I no longer give a rat’s ass who knows I’m psychic. Talk to you later,” she said and abruptly ended the call. She was thinking maybe that would be her new calling card: hang up mid-conversation before anyone had a chance to say anything she didn’t want to hear.