CHAPTER 77
I manage to sneak in a nap sometime around four or five that afternoon. Jake hasn’t been back since he left for the Ronald McDonald house. I wonder what’s going to happen when he returns, if we’ll go on like nothing’s happened or if we’ll get into an even messier fight. I honestly don’t have the energy for either, not yet.
Another hour or two of sleep and a quad shot, then maybe I’ll be ready.
The landline in the hospital room rings. I pick up, figuring it must be either Eliot or Jake.
Turns out I’m wrong.
“Tiffany?” The voice is grating. Like a fork scraping against a plate during Thanksgiving dinner.
“Patricia?” I have no clue why she’s calling me. I honestly don’t remember another time that his mom has used my first name. “Jake’s over resting at the Ronald McDonald hous
