Callie closes her eyes again, holding the phone speaker to her ear. In the midst of the storm and the worry, Clay's is a safe island. He's always been.

Callie can't help feeling selfish. And it's not a good feeling. But Clay's songs reach her heart and she's grateful for how much love they bring with them.

So she stays on the phone, murmuring softly now and then, listening, for what seems liek hours, and maybe it is.