I would ask.
But it’s not really my business anymore.
“What’s going on with Wild this morning?” he changes the subject.
“I don’t know,” I reply. “He told me he was going to call his mom and would meet me down here when he was done.”
Cash’s eyes flash with guilt. Which leads me to believe he knows something I don’t.
“What’s the deal with the ring?” Cash asks me, pointing to the ring Wilder gave me at the end of last summer.
Deflecting. Definitely deflecting.
“A promise,” I answer.
“About?” he pushes.
“Everything,” I reply just as Wilder appears.
“What’d I miss?” he asks before kissing the top of my head.
Cash and I say, “Nothing,” at the same time.
Silence falls across the table.
“Well,” Wilder says, clearing his throat. “I’m going to get some food.”
“I’ll go with you,” Cash tells him.
They leave just as my phone vibrates on the table.
It’s a text message from Mom.
Call. 911. Emergency.
Another text comes through.
I just sent it Jason. I’m sure she’ll call when she has a… Oh shoot! The text to voice is typing everything I say. How do I stop it? Well, how would I know? You set it up on my phone.
I leave for a few days and they can’t even keep it together.
Picking up the phone, I call Mom.
She answers on the first ring.
“Thank goodness, Ingrid,” Mom whispers into the phone. “We have a Code Purple.”
“You mean Code Red?” I ask.
“I like purple more,” Mom says.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I take a sip of orange juice. “Anyway,” I exhale. “What’s going on, Mom?”
“Isla is trying to kick in your bedroom door,” Mom says quietly. “Your dad is standing in front of it, and they’re arguing.”
Of course, Queen Isla would stoop this low. She thinks she’s entitled to literally everything that’s mine.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask, my eyes drifting to Wilder and Cash at the waffle maker.
