24
My head and body still ached when I woke the next morning to the sound of my phone ringing. Sunlight peeked through the vertical blinds in Conor’s bedroom. I picked up my phone from the nightstand. It was a few minutes after seven. “Hi, Mom.”
“Sweetie, you didn’t return my call yesterday. You okay?”
“I’m fine. Sorry I didn’t call back. I was busy till late last night.”
“Ever since that awful newspaper outed you, I’ve been so worried. Your brother says it’s all over the Twitter.”
“I’m okay. Really.” And even if I wasn’t, I didn’t need her worrying about me.
“The people at your work. They know?”
“I’m working for a different bail bond agent now. She knows, and she’s fine with it.”
“Maybe this is your chance to do something less dangerous. I don’t like you chasing criminals all the
