JACK
Jack splashed water on his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and flipped through the contacts. He stared at Hayley’s number for a long while until he hit the call button.
All morning he was trying to convince himself that he was OK. When he saw that photo of his band, a fissure opened up inside of him. It was taken when they were recording their first album. That was the day Amber called to tell him she was pregnant.
“Yeah?” The voice on the other end brought him out of his reverie but it took him a minute to find his voice.
“I got better things to do than listen to your heavy breathing,” Hayley said.
“Hey.” His voice was low and rough.
“Are you f*****g kidding me?”
He thought Hayley was going to hang up. “Wait! Listen,
