Leah
Morning came gray and flat.
Olivia’s couch had left a crease in my cheek and an ache in my spine. I sat up slowly and checked my phone.
A text from the hospital at 6:12.
No change. Condition stable.
A text from Jacob at 7:03.
Bella asking for you. She made the cat drawing for Edward. Call when you can.
Nothing from my mother.
I stared at the screen for another second, then set the phone down.
Olivia came out of the kitchen with coffee before I had fully woken up. She handed me a mug, dropped into the armchair across from me, and pointed to a paper bag on the table.
“Croissant,” Olivia said. “Half of it is yours.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“I didn’t ask for your life story.”
I gave her a look.
She gave it right back.
So I took the croissant and ate half of it because arguing wit
