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I went to the kitchen to give Addy some space while she washed her face. Pouring myself a cup of coffee from the stainless steel carafe, my hands shook. I wanted so much to believe the kid would come out of this okay, but wide-eyed optimism was not my strong suit.
My cell phone rang in the midst of me stirring a truly obscene amount of sugar into my coffee. Setting the ceramic mug carefully on the counter and tossing the spoon into the sink, I dashed to my phone and snatched it from the dining table.
“John?” I guessed, though it seemed a quick response.
“Is he my competition?” Mike teased.
Relief filled me so completely, my legs gave out and I sank into the nearest dining chair. Mike had texted last night to let me know he made it home, but I hadn’t realized how much I needed to he
