Savannah looked through the names on her cell phone list as she laid back in bed, the sheets brought up to her waist. The highlighter scrolled over the names of everyone she knew and back again. She'd had such a great afternoon with Georgia but she couldn't imagine talking to her right now and not telling her about the call she was waiting for.
The call that had the ability to change her life.
It didn't seem fair that there could be anything that would have that kind of power over a life.
Her mom had tried talking to her when she got home but Savannah kept her bedroom door locked. Seeing her mother was the last thing in the world that Savannah wanted right now. Why couldn't her mom have told her sooner, told her earlier? Why did she let her just wait until something happened, until it w
