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If he wakes up and finds me on his phone, he’ll be angry. But I’m not going through his calls or texts. I’m only using his internet.
Yeah, she’s okay. His words about this Lillian girl play through my mind as I try to search for apartments in Seattle.
I shake my head, disposing of the memory and instead admiring a luxury apartment that I wish I could afford. I scroll to the next, a smaller one-bedroom in a duplex. I don’t feel comfortable in a duplex; I like the idea of someone having to go through a lobby to get to my door, especially since it appears that I’ll be alone in Seattle. I swipe my finger across the screen a few more times before finally finding a one-bedroom in a midsize high-rise. It’s over my budget, but not by much. If I have to go without being able to buy groceries until I get settled in, I will.
I enter the phone number into my phone and continue to browse through the listings. Impossible thoughts of searching for an apartment alongside Hardin’s haunt me. The two of us would be sitting on the bed, me cross-legged, Hardin with his long legs stretched out in front of him and his back against the headboard. I would show him apartment after apartment and he’d roll his eyes and complain about the process of apartment hunting, but I’d catch him smiling, with his eyes focused on my lips. He’d tell me how cute I am when I’m flustered before taking the laptop from me and assuring me he’d find the place for us.
That would be too simple, though. Too easy. Everything in my life was simple and easy until six months ago. My mother helped me with my dorm, and I had everything sorted and in order before I even arrived at Washington Central.
My mother . . . I can’t help but miss her. She has no idea that I’ve reunited with my father. She’d be so angry if she knew. I know she would.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m dialing her number.
“Hello?” she answers smoothly.
“Mother?”
“Who else would it be?”
I’m already regretting this phone call. “How are you?” I ask quietly.
She sighs. “I’m good. I’ve been a little busy with everything going on.” Pots and pans clank in the background.
“What’s going on?” Does she know about my father? I quickly decide that if she doesn’t, now isn’t the time to tell her.
“Nothing specific, really. I’ve been working a lot of overtime, and we got a new pastor—oh, and Ruth passed away.”
“Ruth Porter?”
“Yes, I was going to call you,” she says, her cold voice warming slightly.
Noah’s grandmother Ruth was one of the sweetest women I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. She was always so kind, and next to Karen, she made the best chocolate chip cookies on the planet.
“How’s Noah doing?” I dare to ask. He was very close with his grandmother, and I know this has to be hard for him. I never had the chance to get close to any of my grandparents; my father’s parents passed away before I was old enough to remember, and my mother’s parents were not the type of people to allow anyone to get close to them.
“He’s taking it pretty hard. You should call him, Tessa.”
“I . . .” I begin to tell her that I can’t call him, but I stop myself. Why can’t I call him? I can and I will. “I will . . . I’ll call him right now.”
“Really?” The surprise is evident in her voice. “Well, at least wait until after nine,” she advises, and I can’t help but smile at her tone. I know she’s smiling on the other end of the line. “How is school going?”
“I’m leaving Monday for Seattle,” I confess, and I hear something clatter to the ground.
“What?”
“I told you, remember?” I did, didn’t I?
“No, you didn’t. You mentioned that your company was moving there, but you never told me that you were leaving for certain.”
“I’m sorry, I’ve just been so busy with Seattle and Hardin.”
Her voice is incredibly controlled when she asks, “He’s going with you?”
“I’m . . . I don’t know.” I sigh.
“Are you okay? You sound upset.”
“I’m okay,” I lie.
“I know we haven’t been on the best of terms lately, but I’m still your mother, Tessa. You can talk to me if something is going on in your life.”
“I’m fine, really; I’m just stressed over this move and transferring to a new campus.”
“Oh, that? You’ll do great there—you’d excel at any campus. You can excel anywhere,” she says with assurance.
“I know, but I’m already so used to this campus, and I got to know a few of the professors and I have friends . . . a few friends.” I don’t really have friends that I will miss terribly, save Landon. And maybe Steph . . . but mostly only Landon.
“Tessa, this is what we’ve been working toward for years, and look at you now—in such a short period of time you’ve accomplished it. You should be proud of yourself.”
I’m surprised by her words, and my mind rushes to process them. “Thank you,” I mutter.
“Tell me as soon as you move into your place in Seattle so I can come visit, since you obviously won’t be coming home anytime soon,” she says.
“I will.” I ignore her harsh tone.
“I’ll have to call you back. I have to get ready for work. Make sure you don’t forget to call Noah.”
“I know, I’m going to call him in a couple hours.”