The temptation to stay the night with Case was real, but Andrea decided in her emotional state she shouldn’t be making those sorts of serious decisions. So she had asked him to take her home later that evening.
Her mom was two hours ahead of her, which meant it was 11:00 in the evening when she sat down on her bed and puzzled over her phone. Chances were, she’d still be awake. Karen Testa was a night owl. With a deep breath, Andrea dialed her mom’s number, half hoping she didn’t answer because she really didn’t want to talk about Alan Locke any more.
“Hi, honey!” her mom’s voice sounded in her ear. “How are you? Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s not okay, Mom. How are you?”
“Oh, dear. I’m fine. What’s happening? Did you and Case have a fight?”
“No, no, nothing like that.”
“Good. I j
