“I can’t talk long. He’ll notice I’m gone,” Jessica whispered, certain the hanging clothes muffled her words. She felt guilty for hiding, but Billy’s growing jealousy kept him glued to her side at all times. She felt more smothered by him than by the tiny closet.
“Let’s meet tomorrow,” filtered through the phone.
Approaching footsteps made the words stick in her throat. She held her breath as the door creaked open. A little hand pushed apart the winter coats, revealing a pouting face.
“Mommy, what are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Jessica sighed, ending the call. Billy smiled and took her hand.