Page 124 of The Choices I've Made
I crumpled up the piece of paper in my hand, hot, wet tears once more falling to the bedsheets.
What was I doing? Letting him go?
Again.
Racing around, I threw on my grass-stained clothes from the night before and grabbed my phone.
Jogging across the foyer in as quiet a fashion as I could accomplish, I snuck out the door and dialed my mother’s number. She picked up on the second ring, bright and happy, like it was noon instead of barely sunrise.
“Can you do me a favor?” I asked, attempting to mask the emotions tugging at my vocal cords.
“Sure, hon, anything. You know that.”
“Can you open the inn this morning? I need to go do something.”
She seemed a little taken aback by my abrupt request. But seeing as it was the first time I’d actually asked for something like this, it was understandable. Hell, even when Dean had been placed in the hospital, they’d had to nearly knock me out from driving back down here to make breakfast for everyone.
“Of course,” she replied in an obvious attempt to keep her cool. “Everything okay?”
“Yep,” I said, hopping into my car and firing up the engine. “Just need to go grab something from the ferry. Be right back.”
I didn’t give her a chance to ask any questions. I was sure she had a dozen.
Wiping the last remaining tears from my cheeks, I backed out of the driveway and headed out of town.
I hoped I wasn’t late.
