KENNEDY

 

 

My pulse raced as my Gmail popped on my phone. I had a new email from Mom. 

 

I opened it to read the message. I hadn’t contacted my parents other than an email, telling them that I needed some space. 

My heart sank. 

 

I drew a deep breath, let out, and dialed Mom’s number. She picked right away as if she was expecting my call.

 

“Hey, Mom.”

 

“Honey. Oh, thank God. Where are you? You made us worry.”

 

“I’m fine, Mom. Tell Dad not to worry. I’m having fun, actually.”

 

“Having fun? What kind of fun, honey?” It was Dad. Maybe she put the speaker on.

 

“If I tell...