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Chapter 24

Jared

"You okay, honey?" my mom asked me. 

I stared up at her, confused. 

"You've been staring at the same page for 20 minutes. I know you're not that slow of a reader," she teased. 

I let out a laugh. 

"Sorry, I've been lost in thought. Megan's finally starting to feel better," I explained. 

Megan had been relieved that she was finally feeling better so that she wasn't going to fall behind in her coursework. That girl was determined to not have any work to do over spring break. It was also funny if it hadn't been a little unnerving. 

"Oh, good. What changed?" my mom asked, joining me at the island where I had been trying to do my homework. 

"Zia had this miracle balm or something that helped, and it was probably just rest," I half-lied. 

My mom would kill me if I told her what we were really up to. 

"I'll have to ask Zia what's in it then. Megan seemed to be in a lot of pain for a while there," my mom commented. 

"Good luck," I laughed. "Zia doesn't know what's in it either, and it's driving her nuts. I think we're mostly just happy something seemed to help Megan."

My mom laughed, knowing Zia well. It wasn't the first time she had been frustrated by not knowing something. That girl loved to know things, even if it meant being nosy at times. 

"Are you going over again tonight?" my mom asked. 

I shook my head. "I think Daniel's coming over."

"I can't even imagine what Megan's going through. Is there anything I can do to help?" she questioned. 

"I don't think so," I answered, in thought. "I think Megan's working through it. She said there are some fuzzy things, but she's starting to remember some more things."

"I hope it's helping her. Poor girl seems to be dealing with one thing after the next."

I nodded in agreement. 

"I'm thinking takeout for dinner because I do not have it in me to cook. It's just me and you tonight, kiddo. What do you think?"

"I'm cool with that. I think this assignment for English is going to take me a little longer than I thought," I admitted. 

My mom scrunched up her face and said, "High school is maybe the one part of life I don't miss. College felt easier."

I laughed at her response. It was no secret that high school had not been a fun time for her. She had worked hard to get into college, but she had always told me and my sister that she had enjoyed college far more than she had enjoyed college. 

"I'm ready for spring break next week. I don't have the motivation to keep up with school this week," I answered. 

"Few more days, sweetheart, and then you get to enjoy some time off. Emma and Mady should be here during some part of break, by the way. Apparently the girls miss you and Reyna."

"I'm sure we'll be ready for those troublemakers."

My mom laughed and ran a hand through my hair. "I'm going to go wash up. Do get a haircut soon, son. It's starting to get a little longer than usual."

I rolled my eyes playfully and pushed my mom's hand out of my hair. It had gotten longer than I normally kept it, and I knew I needed to get it cut sooner rather than later. I usually liked it on the shorter side.