He worked as a wildlife biologist now, studied animal behavior, mostly in rural areas. They’d shared muddy summers, and while life had scattered them, he was still the person she thought of when she needed the truth, not the comfort.
She’d sent him the pawprint photo earlier that day without context. Now he was calling. She answered immediately. “Lisa?” Caleb said. “I saw the photo you sent.” Her voice was tight. “Do you know what it is?”