It had been nearly ten years she wouldn’t call me now, not like this. There had been no “too.” It was three in the morning, after all.
Those had been my own words echoed back at me. It was just a bad connection, I told myself. I dropped the phone, my hand shaking and my heart thundering against my rib cage. I lowered the phone, and in the second before I pushed the disconnect button, I heard a hauntingly familiar feminine voice quietly say, “I miss you, too.” “Caleb,” I said again, even though I was no longer convinced my boyfriend was on the other end of the line. What was that? I strained to listen and thought I heard someone humming, the tune familiar but unplaceable. So crisp, in fact, that I could hear the sound of someone breathing. I think we have a bad connection.”īut even as the words left my mouth, I noted the lack of static. Caleb’s calls from abroad were always marked with exasperating delays, echoes, and strange clicks, but they had been particularly difficult on this trip. The phone rang again and I snatched it up with a hurried greeting, eagerly anticipating Caleb’s familiar Kiwi accent, the soft rumble of his voice saying, “Jo, love.”īut there was nothing. Frankly, neither mistake seemed like him, but I knew how draining these trips were on him. Caleb must have forgotten about the time difference or miscalculated it. Still half asleep, I dimly worked out it was eight o’clock in the morning there. Momentary panic fluttered in my throat, but then I remembered Caleb was three weeks into a trip overseeing aid workers in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. I instinctively reached for Caleb, but my hand grasped only cool sheets. So when my phone rang at three o’clock that morning, my first thought was, Something bad has happened. Trouble is the only thing that occurs between midnight and sunrise. We would scoff and roll our eyes and dramatically pronounce she was ruining our social lives, but over time I came to see the wisdom in her words. At least that’s what Aunt A used to tell us whenever we begged for later curfews. * BingeBooks earns revenue from qualifying purchases as an Amazon Associate as well as from other retail partners. Meanwhile, the unexpected death of Josie's long-absent mother forces her to return to her Midwestern hometown where she must confront the demons from her past-and the lies on which she has staked her future.
When investigative reporter Poppy Parnell sets off a media firestorm with a mega-hit podcast that reopens the long-closed case of Josie's father's murder, Josie's world begins to unravel. The only problem is that she has lied to Caleb about every detail of her past-starting with her last name. Now, Josie has finally put down roots in New York, settling into domestic life with her partner Caleb, and that's where she intends to stay. After her father's murder thirteen years prior, her mother ran away to join a cult and her twin sister Lanie, once Josie's closest friend and confidant, betrayed her in an unimaginable way. Josie Buhrman has spent the last ten years trying to escape her family's reputation and with good reason. The only thing more dangerous than a lie.is the truth.
ARE YOU SLEEPING BY KATHLEEN BARBER SERIAL
Serial meets Ruth Ware's In A Dark, Dark Wood in this inventive and twisty psychological thriller about a mega-hit podcast that reopens a murder case-and threatens to unravel the carefully constructed life of the victim's daughter.
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