Ricky

When I wake the next morning, I hear sounds of life beyond my bedroom door. Reaching for my phone, I see multiple text messages from Justin, one from Devan, and no text or call from Marilyn. Of course she didn’t contact me. She said she wouldn’t. That doesn’t mean I’m not disappointed.

Curiosity takes me to my sister’s text first—the time stamp tells me it was sent earlier this morning.

“What the hell, Ricky? ...