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“It’s going to be okay,” she whispers, pulling me in a tight hug.
A heart attack didn’t seem like an okay thing, but I just nodded since it seemed easier than to fight her on it.
After that, the shop picks up, so I’m busy for the next couple of hours, but the moment things wind down, I pull out my phone and call Mrs. Fernandez. The phone rings a few times before I’m directed to her voicemail.
Worry niggles at me, but I try to push it back. Mrs. Smith said they were at the hospital. Mrs. Fernandez probably had her hands full trying to take care of her husband, and answering her phone was the last thing on her mind.
That left the other thing.
Chewing at my lip, I pull open my contacts—or, more specifically, my blocked list and one name on it.
Somebody should call him to make sure he knew what was going on. No matter the relationship between Miguel and his dad, I knew that deep down, he’d want to know what had happened.
Slowly, I press the unblock button and just stare at the screen.
What I expected to happen, I didn’t know.
I let out a shaky breath. “Get a grip, Becky.”
My finger hovers over the callbutton when my phone suddenly rings in my hand, startling me so much that I almost drop it.
“Shit.”
Tightening my grip on the device, I check the screen before quickly pressing the answer button. “Linda?”
“Where are you, Becky?” Linda’s question is muffled by the yelling coming from the background.
“ReadingNook. Why? What’s going on?”
“Can you come home? Your mom’s extremely distressed, and nothing’s working.”
My stomach sinks with dread. “I’ll be home soon.”
Brushing Mom’s hair out of the way, I give her sleeping face one last look before I slip out of her room as quietly as possible. She had one of her episodes, searching for my dad, and it took a good hour until she finally calmed down, and I managed to reassure her that everything would be fine.
Running my hand over my face, I slowly make my way down the stairs to find Linda in the kitchen, putting away the last of the food since Mom barely touched anything.
“Is she asleep?”
“Yeah,” I make my way to the fridge and grab a bottle of wine.
“I’m so sorry I had to call you. I tried to calm her down, but she didn’t recognize me, and…”
I shake my head. “It’s not your fault.”
We knew this would happen. We knew that she would keep deteriorating, but I never imagined it would be this fast.
Was I doing the right thing? Keeping her here?
It felt right, and I was grateful for it because of the littleglimpses I got of my mother every now and again, but then, on days like today, I couldn’t help but wonder…
“You can go now, Linda.”
“Are you sure? Chase won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest.”
In all the craziness that was this weekend, I completely forgot that Chase has his specialist’s appointment regarding his leg, and then he was supposed to visit an army buddy of his. Thankfully, when I got up this morning, I found my truck sitting in the driveway and waiting for me because otherwise I’d be screwed. But when I tried calling to see who brought it and how much I owe them, they told me it was all taken care of. Which only meant one thing—Miguel paid to have it repaired.
Was it before our fight or after? Why did it even matter? I had my truck, and Miguel was gone.
