Casey's stomach wouldn't settle. Her nerves were a wreck and her palms were sweaty. She sat on her bed and tried to breathe. It took ten whole minutes but she finally managed to get a semblance of control over her body. Casey had never imagined that meeting her family would cause her such nervousness. She looked at her bedside clock, a habit she'd noted did her more harm than good; 8:30 a.m. it read. Casey wiped her sweaty palms on the flowery dress she was wearing. She and Drew were scheduled to leave at 9a.m. She was going to see her family again. Excitement, terror, pain, love, such violent emotions danced in her blood as her mind dragged her back two days before.
Casey waited anxiously as the phone rang, it seemed that time had stilled around her and the ringing sound of her phone had
