Chapter 35That answer came a week later when I was lying in bed watching my favorite superhero, Thor, cleaning up a mess made by his enemies and creating a safer world, one hammer at a time.
I reached for my vibrating cell across the top of my nightstand, unlocked the password with my thumb, and read the incoming message.
I scrambled to sit up, almost dropping the cell after reading Rocco’s name on the flickering white screen.
I need 2 C U, he wrote.
My thoughts were jumbled, and my stomach clenched, tightening like a fist. I typed: Where have you been? Are you all right?
I watched the text bubble for what felt like hours, waiting for Rocco’s response. He stopped typing, erased what he wrote, and started again. This went on a few more times until a pinging sound alerted me of the inco
