Chapter Twenty-Five
| lynette’s pov | The ringing of the phone seemed to be endless, and really, I was considering ending the call and just getting on with my life, but I’m stopped with someone picking it up. “Hello?” My mom’s voice comes, and I’m feeling the tears building in the corners of my eyes. It’s been years since I’ve spoken with her, and I don’t know, I miss her. “Hey, mom. It’s me, Lyn,” I introduced myself, somehow, and there’s a sob coming from her side. It didn’t sound like her, but it was a familiar sound of someone. My mom doesn’t answer, and I wondered if she had dropped the phone from surprise. It wasn’t unlikely of her to do that, but every second I’m waiting is a second wasted. I didn’t want to drink the pills anymore, but before I stop it, I wanted to ask her why I really am drinkin
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