Page 94 of From This Moment (After We Fall 4)
How could love be wrong?
After a while, I heard my phone buzzing on my dresser, so I got up and grabbed it. It was Pete.
“Hey,” I said. “Thanks for getting back to me.”
“No problem. What’s up?”
“I need to talk to you about something.”
“Whoa. Sounds serious.”
“It kinda is.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah. At least physically.”
He laughed. “You need some mental help?”
“I think I might.”
“Well, you’re in luck. Because I’m making chili today, and I’m offering a free counseling session with every bowl. Want to come over this afternoon? About four?”
I looked at my watch. It was almost eleven now. I needed to talk to Hannah after she was done working, preferably before she showed up here to get Abby. But I could get to Pete’s by four. “Sounds good. See you then. And thanks.”
We hung up and I called Hannah.
“Hello?”
My insides warmed at the sound of her voice. “Hey.”
“How are you? Everything okay there?”
“Yes and no.” Damn, this was going to suck.
“What’s wrong? Is Abby okay?”
Great, now I was making her panic. “Abby is fine,” I said, which actually wasn’t true. I knew her stomachache wasn’t stemming from a physical issue, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t real. “Mostly.”
“Mostly? You’re scaring me, Wes.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I was fucking this up already. “She’s fine. When do you think you’ll be done with work?”
“I’m about done. I can leave now and come get her. Can I talk to her?”
“Wait—don’t come here yet. I want to talk to you first.”
“No. I want to talk to Abby. Put her on.”
“Hannah, please.”
“Put. Her. On.”
“Okay, okay. One second.” Groaning inwardly, I left my room and went into the hall. “Abby?” I called out.
“I’m in my room,” she called back.
I went down the hall to the guest room that my mother had furnished for Abby. The door was open halfway, and I could see her lying on her bed. “Your mom wants to talk to you.”
