Chapter 8I went home to shower, change into clean clothes, and make something light for breakfast before I headed back to the hospital. I scrambled two eggs and buttered a slice of toast, and was in the middle of pouring a glass of orange juice when my cell phone chirped.
Snatching it from the counter, I stared down at the incoming number on the screen. It was Liam.
Excited to hear from him again, I spilled the glass of juice across the counter in my rush to answer the call. I ran around the kitchen looking for a towel to wipe up the sticky mess. I found a dishcloth in a bottom cupboard and started cleaning the mess across the counter.
“Hello?” I said, out of breath.
“Hi there.”
“I, um—”
“I just wanted to see how everything’s going.”
“I’m in the middle of picking up a mess and runni
