Brooklyn
My finger hovered above the call button. My stomach in knots.
I always seemed to get like this whenever it was time to check in on mom. I just never knew what version I would get of her. Some days were worse than others, and I hoped today wasn’t one of those days.
“Take your time. There’s no rush.” Carter whispered with his hand resting behind my back, playing with the ends of my hair like he always seemed to do.
“I hope she hasn’t been freaking out because I haven’t called her.” I mumbled, feeling guilty about the fact that it’s been two weeks since I reached out to her last. Usually I call every Saturday and try to visit at least one a month. So I hope she hasn’t noticed my absence too much.
The facility she lived in was about two hours away from Pennbrook. So the times
