Callie
CallieIt’s late when I spring from my dream, crying hysterically. I press my hand to my mouth and try to keep my tears silent. There were so many moments in my life where I wanted to be held while I cried, but this isn’t one of those moments. Right now, I need something else.
My gaze goes over my darkened room, and I spot my bag with the book in it. Giving a silent thanks to whichever guy brought it upstairs, I move to my bag and yank the book out, then dig until I find my phone.
Not thinking about the fact that it’s barely two in the morning, I dial the familiar number, then hold my breath.
After a few rings, a tired voice comes over the line. “Hello.”
Instantly, I curse myself. I shouldn’t have called him. He told me that we weren’t really family when his family threw me out,
