SIREN
What? "Is he okay, not getting killed or anything?" I couldn't help but let a trace of worry seep into my tone.
"I suppose he's okay. You know how spec-op people are. We would know if he got hurt or anything. We're listed as his emergency contact. Why?" My mom sounds suspicious and I backpedal.
"Nothing. Just curious. I read that a bunch of soldiers died in Iraq this month. It would suck if he were one of them."
"Oh. Yeah, I know what you mean. Don't worry, sweetie. He's okay."
I lick my lips, praying she's right. "I hope so."
Two months pass and I do my best to push him out of my mind.
But later I finally hear about Mr. Parker.
Actually, he just sort of showed up on campus. I'm talking to my friends after class when I look over and spot a man in a white shirt and faded jeans
