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“I think you should call your mom back.”
“I think you should mind your business.”
April and I are sitting on my couch—a mere sixteen miles from the house I grew up in, the house where Mom still lives with the man I want to hate.
“Jess –”
“Seriously, April. I’m not in the mood for a lecture.”
My mother called three days ago and left me a cryptic message.
Call me, Jessica—as soon as you can. I need to tell you something about a change in circumstances.
I haven’t heard from her in almost a year. I thought about calling her after what happened on the roof (Well, what happened after I fell off the roof), but decided against it. I’ve broken her heart enough already.
April sighs. “Why’d you tell me if you didn’t want my advice? And, p.s., as your sponsor, your life is my business.”
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