#Chapter85

I change into my pajamas and grab my phone from my dresser. I have a missed call and a text from Jett. Another message from each of the girls in our group chat talking about where to meet for coffee in the morning. Honestly, I want to sleep and tell them that before calling Jett back as I crawl into bed.

“Hey,” he answers after the second ring. “Are you okay?”

“My parents didn’t kill me and bury me in the back yard after you left if that’s what you mean,” I laugh. He does too. “I am actually doing better than I expected I would be. I thought...