Chapter 47

• The engine purred quietly in the background as I sat in my parked car in the parking lot of the hospital, fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than I realized. A full week had passed since our magical trip to Disneyworld, yet something tugged at me—softly at first, now relentlessly like waves crashing against the shore of my thoughts.
• Aunt Cynthia.
• I hadn’t heard her voice in nearly six years. The last time we spoke was the day I ran—ran from the dorm room, from the truth of two pink lines on a pregnancy test, from the overwhelming fear of disappointing the people I loved, and most of all… from Cal and Olivia.