I go out on the deck to call my mom, hoping that the beautiful scenery will keep me in a serenity state when I tell her I’ve reignited the flame with Adam. Although I’m not keen on everyone in town knowing about us, one thing is certain—it won’t stay only our business for long. If my mom hears it from someone else, her wrath will be worse.
She answers on the third ring, which tells me she’s probably busy. The woman usually answers my phone calls in one ring, sometimes half a ring, because she’s so worried about me.
“Lucy?” she answers as though she thinks someone else would be calling from my phone.
“Hey, Mom,” I say.
“How are you? Anything else come back?”
I’m quiet for a moment, knowing I need to find that old part of myself that was strong enough to walk away from my family because
