It’s Complicated
It took me over a week to gather the courage to contact my parents. I picked up my phone numerous times, only to find myself staring at their number. However, today I finally decided to make the call because I missed them deeply and needed reassurance that they were doing well.
Just a few days back, I talked to Jonas using Andrea's phone. She still questioned why I didn't simply use mine, and I knew she didn't really believe my story about breaking up with a boyfriend anymore.
"Krystal," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion as my mother answered the call. She paused in disbelief, as though her ears had deceived her.
"Becca, my dear child," I finally heard her say. "Where are you? Your father and I are so worried about you. We know you've left Alex. Are you alright?
