Chapter Twenty Two
My phone is, as I suspected, on my bedroom floor by my jeans, and when I pick it up, it starts to buzz in my hand. I nearly drop it in surprise, then slide my finger on the screen to answer the call.
Because it's Michael.
"Hey, Jenny. I just wanted to let you know that my mom will be home from the hospital tomorrow. I know you're worried, and I didn't want you to wait to find out later."
I sit on my bed, falling back like Sydney did yesterday, but without all of the stretching, and close my eyes.
"That's good to hear. How does she feel? Did you talk to her?"
He says something, but it's not directed into the phone, so he must still be at the diner.
"Sorry, just had to answer a question. I talked to her just for a minute, and then my dad explained what was going on.
