DAD: I miss you.
DAD: I wish you would at least send me a message. Let me know you’re okay.
DAD: I know this is hard on you. I wish I could make it better. But you know I can’t…
DAD: I love you, Abs.
MOM: How are you doing?
MOM: Give me a call when you feel up to it.
MOM: I love you.
BROOKS: I know ur mad but could u at least call mom???
BROOKS: She’s worried sick about u
Abby dropped the phone onto the futon mattress beside her and stared up at the ceiling. The faint hum of the heater filled the room, warm air brushing over her skin, but she still felt cold all the way through.
She knew it wasn’t fair to cut her parents off like this. Especially her mom. Leah hadn’t done anything wrong. She’d been nothing but gentle, supportive, endlessly patient.
But talking to her mom meant e
