My heart slammed against my ribs, the weight of his words nearly knocking the breath out of me. An explosive device? My mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the nightmare twisting around me. Who would want to harm me and my newborn? I looked down at Mikey, who blinked up at me with innocent curiosity, blissfully unaware of the peril shadowing him.
“Who?” I asked, my voice a whisper, the question slipping out before I could stop myself. “Who would do this?”
“Not over the phone, sweetheart,” Dad replied, his voice tight, as though sharing the burden of this knowledge was physically painful. “Just keep yourself and Mikey safe until I get there. Promise me.”
