EDEN
I hesitate for one more second, then I hit the accept button and put it on speaker before I can change my mind.
"Eden?" Dad's voice is terribly strained, like he's been crying. "Baby girl? Are you there?"
I swallow the lump in my throat. "Yeah, Dad. I'm here."
A long, shaky exhale crackles through the line.
"Your mother told me you're home. She said they let you out of the hospital. I... I needed to hear your voice and make sure you're really okay."
"I'm okay," I say. "I’m tired. But okay. The doctor said it's just a mild concussion and dehydration. Fluids fixed most of it."
There’s a brief pause between us.
"I can't stop thinking about it," he says softly. "That photo and the article. I can’t get past the way you looked at seventeen—wrapped in a sheet, your eyes filled with s
