My nails were taking a beating today as I sat at dinner with Joey. I’d let her pick the restaurant, ordered some random food I wasn’t even sure I’d like off the menu, and was a terrible conversation partner. Joey, however, was entirely oblivious to my mood change. She continuously rambled about Kyle, finding the perfect prom dress, and how happy she was to have finally found the perfect guy. While the conversation would normally have me bored out of my mind, I was grateful for it today. Providing the perfect opportunity, my mind was entirely lost to the note in my locker and my distant superhero. Did I tell him? As a warning that my mother may be out to get him? That note was hardly one you’d expect from an affectionate mother and while the voicemail she’d left me was one of concern, this
