Twenty-Seven
Kelly
“Can we meet up? I have something important to discuss with you. It’s about Jake.”
“Of course,” I told Sean, looking around the bookstore without really seeing anything, as I talked into the phone and worried something was wrong with our son. “Want to meet me at the house at six, or would you rather go somewhere else?”
“The house would be best. More privacy,” Sean replied, and my stomach clenched.
“He’s okay, right?” I asked.
I’d seen him before school this morning, or rather, the back of his head as he ran out the door.
But that wasn’t unusual. Jake wasn’t a morning person and often slept until the last possible minute, then rushed around in order to make it to school on time. I hadn’t realized anything was wrong, and he hadn’t said anything to that effect.
“Yea
