Jeri woke early the next morning, the scent in her hotel room a bit…off. Something like too much mold or mildew, though her room had been spotless when she’d checked-in. Her phone sat on the nightstand, no flashing lights in sight.
Sawyer hadn’t texted back.
Her whole soul felt heavy, despite the great conversation with Randy last night.
“I wouldn’t call it great,” she muttered to herself as she went to get in the shower. They’d embraced, sure. He was all grown up, and her social media stalking of her son hadn’t done justice to seeing him in person.
greatHe was so tall, like his father, but he had her eyes, her nose, and her quick wit and fiery spirit. At least she liked to think he did.
Their conversation was stilted at best, and he kept letting his phone interrupt him. About the tim
