Chapter 10
Bridger
The morning after my “successful” solo s****l experience, I was sleeping hard when I received a FaceTime request from my mother. My mom was the only person I knew of her generation who opted for FaceTime over telephone calls. I often wished she had embraced the technology of texting, but I guess she had picked up the habit from messaging her grandchildren in Florida. She didn’t get out to visit my sister’s kids very often, so she kept up with them by phone, and she was always telling me about how my niece and nephew used iPads for everything, even though they were four and five.
“You look terrible.”
“Thanks. You do too,” I snapped, even though I hadn’t looked at her yet. I rolled over and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “What time is it? You know this is my only day o
