I awoke to the sound of my phone vibrating. I sat up and stretched my arms. “Ouch!” I pressed my hands on the shattered glass around me.
The ID on my cell phone said private—it was probably some stupid pranksters. However, I answered it.
“Hello?”
“Lily Blair Evans?” A deep mysterious voice said.
“Uh, yeah.”
“It’s Mike Durling.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Oh my, Mike!” A part of me was happy to hear his voice, and another part of me wanted to hang up the phone as quick as possible.
“Yeah, can we meet at 100 and 5th street tomorrow morning? We have a lot to talk about,” he said.
“Of course…yes. I’ve been waiting for you to call.”
“Okay, have a nice day, Lily,” he said and hung up.
He did not sound as if he had something dreadful to tell me. If it were terrible, he would have told me already, right?
Jason did not come home that night. That was good, because I probably would have not known what to do. I was such a timid chicken at times; I wanted to beat myself up. I tried not thinking about Jason too much—but I always did—he always seemed to rule my mind.