Her Number.
Mom's email had slammed around inside my head the entire night, and that was just the subject line. True to the coward I was, I hadn't even opened the email to read it. Yet I couldn't stop thinking about it either. What was I supposed to do with her number? Yes, call her; that was the obvious answer. But what was I supposed to say that would make her want to speak to me, to keep speaking to me? My mind wandered to various scenarios while I reread page two hundred fifty-nine in my book for the twentieth time.
But a half-naked Sam plopped down on the couch. A freshly showered woodsy smell wafted around me.
He tucked a damp strand of brown hair behind his ear and reached for the remote on the coffee table. "All right if I watch TV?"
Despite my usual urge to turn feral and hi
