Six
Ellie
While Jake’s gone, I decide to stay with my parents. I opt not to tell them about the texts because I know they’ll freak out. My mother is a worrier like that. Jake says I get my paranoia from her, and he’s probably right, considering as a child my mother was always looking in her medical diagnosis book every time my sister and I had something wrong with us. Just a simple headache could lead you to the prognosis of a possible brain tumor. Guess you can say she was the original Web MD.
Speaking of that dreaded book, I pull it from my mother’s bookshelf and open it up. I have to say it’s probably worse than googling your symptoms. I look over at the window seat and smile. I used to love this room as a child. The book shelf is built into the wall and my parents put in an antique
