KELLAN'S POV
I leaned over onto the passenger seat for my phone and after a moment's deliberation, dialed my mom's number. She'd been nagging me about Olivia for weeks, saying if I didn't get my head out of my butt, I'd lose her forever. And yeah, she was right, but I wasn't about to say that out loud.
It didn't even have time to ring once, and she picked up. "Kellan?" Her voice was sharper than a razor blade and expected an answer, now.
"Yeah, it's me," I answered.
“How is it going with Olivia?” She asked.
"I'm working on it." I scratched the back of my neck.
"Working on it?" she repeated, singularly unimpressed. "That's what you said a few days ago. What does that even mean? Have you spoken to her? Seen her? Done anything at all to rectify this mess you made?"
I blew out a loud
