Page 87 of The Way We Collide

She is one happy baby—are you okay? You’ve been sick?

We’re better now—no worries! I got a job at one of the TV stations. It’s just aninternship, but I’m learning a lot! I went to my very first football game… again, learning a lot!

Rachel

Haddy was so cute in her little jersey—you too!

I was lucky to get them before they all sold out. Your brother is very popular out here.

Dylan

I’m glad to hear you’re having fun, but don’t get too attached. I want you all back home.

My chest squeezes. My spirits are so lifted by their happy words and upbeat energy. I glance in the direction of the kitchen, wondering how Hendrix would feel about moving to Newhope. I’m pretty sure I already know.

I’d better run—I’ll do a better job keeping in touch. Love y’all!!!

Dylan

Miss you, Stormy Spice!

We all sign off with hugs and kisses and our Spice Girl emojis, a pepper for Dylan, a cherry for Liv, books for Allie, grapes for Rachel, a thunder cloud for me. My lips twist, and I wonder if I need a new emoji. I should have a police car for all the traffic I’m reporting.

Wandering into the kitchen, I hear Haddy squealing and sayingDada, little traitor. A laugh huffs through my nose, and I can tell I’m better.

“There she is!” Hendrix’s voice is bright, and he bounces Haddy on his knee.

“Thank you for the flowers.” I pat my hand on his shoulder as I pass.

“The lady at the flower shop said they symbolize ‘get well.’”

“I had no idea there was a specific flower for that.” I take another electrolyte beverage from the refrigerator. “They’re very happy.”

“Do you feel like eating? Want to watch a movie?”

My phone lights up, and I look down to see a text from Star.

Star

Sorry you’re sick—stay home until you’re sure you’re well. We’ve got you covered.

Turning the phone, I let Hendrix read it.

“It’s probably a good idea. Get your strength back.”

Pressing my lips together, I nod, quickly sending a reply.

I should be fine by Thursday. Sure you’re okay?

Star

We’re good—seventy degrees and sunny

I send back a thumbs-up and put my phone on the table, watching as he stands, moving Haddy to his arm. “I put off a check-in with the med staff, and I’ll have to train a while tomorrow.”

“Are you hurt?” I completely forgot about the game, and he took more than one rough tackle.

“Nah, it’s just routine, but I’ll try to duck out early. I’ll say you’re still recovering.” He gives me a wink, and all his hovering steals another little piece of my heart.

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