“I wasn’t crying.”
He crossed his arms. “You suck at lying.”
“Shut up.” I pushed him out of the way, closing the window and stepping on my bed to lock it at the top.
“Ethan tell me, it’s not fair, you know—”
“I don’t know.” I jumped back onto the bed. “I don’t know what is going on. They said Mom got hurt—”
“What?!” he yelled, and I clasped my hand over his mouth.
“You’ll wake up Dona—”
“I’m already awake.” She rolled over, gripping her pet elephant to her chest. “You guys are noisy.”
“Sorry, Dona—eww!” I pulled my hand back when Wyatt licked it.
“That’s what you get!” He snapped at me. “What’s wrong with Mom?”
“I don’t know! But she’s going to be fine—”
“How do you know?”
“Because it’s Mom!” I screamed back at him. He stopped for a moment and I took a deep breath just like Uncle Neal had. “It’s Mom. She’s going to be okay, so stop yelling at me. I don’t know anything else.”
“Aren’t you guys hurt?” Dona asked, still not getting out of bed. “I hurt all over.”
It was only when she said it that I felt my legs start to wobble and my back was just painful. Wyatt lifted up his shirt and all over his skin were purple bruises.
“Aunt Cora said not to move around too much or it will hurt more. You guys don’t listen.” She shook her head at us, turning over.
“Thanks, Dona,” Wyatt grumbled, stumbling back over to his bed. “You are an amazing sister.”
“I know.” She giggled.
“Sarcasm, ever heard of it?” He threw a pillow at her.
She took it and threw it right back. “Nope.”
“Guys we need to go to bed—” Two pillows hit me square in the face, and they just laughed. Grabbing them both, I glared. “Oh, this is war.”
MELODY
9:07 PM
“Mrs. Callahan?”
“Mrs. Callahan?”
“Mrs. Callahan, can you hear me?”
Yes, and your breath smells like stale hot dogs and bad coffee.
“Mrs. Callahan?”
Who is this?
I tried to lift my eyelids, but they felt like they were taped shut. Why can’t I move? What the fuck? What’s going on? Where am I?