Ruby
Back to the present . . .
I growled in frustration. "No service. Goddammit, Caleb!" I passed Mom's cell phone back to her. "Where could he be?" I asked, on the verge of tears.
Mom's blue eyes drooped at the corners. "I'm so sorry, honey. We'll keep trying to reach him, okay?" Her tone softened to reassure me. "He's gonna be over the moon to hear from you. The poor guy has been out of his mind with worry."
My voice cracked. "He has?" I asked, partly glad because that shows how much he cares. But I was sad because I needed to hear his voice. For real, this time. Instead of imagining him talking inside my head. "He was Storm," I repeated, for the millionth time since I regained consciousness. "All along."
Mom snuggled alongside me, lying side by side. "Weird, huh?" She sounded youth
