Fallon: Haven’t seen my boy all week. He ok?
Me: That’s why I’m texting u. Things are hard for him right now.
Fallon: What do u need me to do.
Just like that, I think. Just “what do you need me to do.” I move Fallon up another rung on my respect ladder.
Me: Something fun. Any ideas?
Fallon: Oh little kitten. You have no idea how dangerous those words are.
Fallon: I’ll get back in touch.
Me: Thanks Fallon.
Fallon: A secret for a secret?
Another flash of déjà vu hits me, but it makes me more curious than anything else.
Me: I’m game.
Fallon: I really like the new kitten.
Fallon: What’s your worst fear?
I sit back against the sofa cushions and tuck my legs under myself. My worst fear? I bite my lip. I have so many. Such as fear of that night, fear of never knowing why, fear of finding out why, fear of losing my guys, fear of losing Ryder, fear that I will never be able to have any more children. But my worst fear of all…
Me: Getting my memory back.
Me: Your turn.
Fallon: Having you think I’m a worthless piece of shit.
Fallon: Be careful around my older brother.
Me: What?
Fallon: Goodnight kitten.
Me: Fallon. Wait.
I stare at my phone for a good half hour, waiting for Fallon to reply.
“Babe? What are you doing up?” Ryder asks, yawning hugely. He shuffles into the living room and plops down beside me. I’m able to hide both our phones under the couch pillow before he sits down.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Aren’t you running with Julien in a few hours?”
Shit. I completely forgot about our five a.m. run. “I’m supposed to. Maybe I should cancel, especially after what happened between you and Jayson.”
I lay back and rest my head on his chest. His arm goes around me.
“Jules actually stood up for me against Jay.”
“I’m glad he did.”
“Come on back to bed. You need to sleep.”
