I flip open the Bible to a random page, hoping God speaks loud and clear this time.
He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”
“Okay…so…cool.” I don’t know what I’m supposed to take from that.
My phone rings. It’s Cody.
“Hey,” I answer.
“Hi. So it’s supposed to rain tomorrow. We were gonna work late tonight, but I can come down and let you shower if you want.”
“No. It’s fine.”
“You sure?”
I hear background noise fade, like he walked away from whoever he was near.
“Yeah.” I don’t mean to sound so short, but I do.
“You get to sleep at all or…” He tapers off.
“Nope.”
“Dang. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“It doesn’t seem fine,” he jokes gently, but I’m not in a joking mood.
“I’m just tired.”
“Yeah…maybe text my mom or Addison? They’d probably love to come help—”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because she’smybaby. I’m supposed to take care of her.”
“And you are. But you also have to take care of yourself, Karissa.”
“Well—”
“You know what, I’ll come by in a half hour so you can shower, alright?”
“Sure.”
There’s silence, like he’s thinking of what to say, but I just want to get off the phone, honestly.
“I don’t like how you sound,” he adds.
“How do I sound?”
“You sound like something’s wrong…more than just tired.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, and I heard that before,” he claims just before we hang up.
