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“I am. He seems perfectly fine. I need to go, Mom.”
“I’ll see you soon.” I hung up and called our father. I went through a quicker greeting before passing the phone this time.
Garrett didn’t go into as much detail. And he was shorter with his words.
In the end, they both knew their son was ok.
My hand landed on the doorknob. “Next time you decide to digital detox, let someone know, ok?”
He grimaced. “I really am sorry.”
I pulled him into a hug. “Me too.”
“Safe flight home.”
I nodded. “I’ll call you this week and maybe you can tell me more about Morgan. That is, if phones are still ok,” I mocked his trip.
“I think you’d like her.”
I laughed. I didn’t know how I felt about a woman who had kidnapped my brother on a mission for self-discovery, but it was better than the toxic girlfriend.
“I’m sure I will.” I paused. “No matter how angry I am, I’m glad you’re safe. That’s all I thought about.” I held back the tightening in my throat. I hadn’t cried since I found out he was missing. I wasn’t going to cry now that he was found.
“I know.” He rubbed the scruff of his beard. “I’m sorry for being such an ass about you moving. Do you like D.C.?”
I grinned. The pain in my throat eased. “You’ll have to come up and visit. Greer would love to see you.”
“I’ll talk to Morgan about it.”
“Ok.” I smiled. Maybe later I would tell him about Vaughn. I had to stop keeping my own set of secrets. “Bye.”
He followed me to the landing and watched as I walked down the stairs.
There was a calmness that usually didn’t come when I left Garrett. We had that quirky twin bond. That unspeakable link that united us when everything else around us was in shambles. But as I looked at my brother leaning over the landing, I didn’t have the fear that something devastating was around the corner waiting for him. It might have been overly optimistic, but maybe there was something good that came out of his digital detox. I waved over my shoulder, until he was a dot in my rearview mirror.
Mom was waiting at the door when I got home.
I spotted the bag at her ankles.
“What is that?” I asked.
“I’m going to see your brother.”
I shook my head. “No, Mom. You shouldn’t do that. He’s fine. He’s going to be ok.”
She tugged on the pearl studs. “You’ve seen him. I haven’t. There’s a difference.”
I sighed. “I realize that. Why don’t we call him? You can screen call and see his new beard.” I pulled out my phone. He’d better answer this time.
“He has a beard?” She looked confused.
“Oh, yeah. It’s a full mountain man beard. I didn’t know he could grow something that impressive.”
“You’re calling him now?”
The screen showed nothing but my face, but Garrett answered.
“There’s someone who wants to see your beard,” I explained. “I thought this might be better than a visit.”
