I awoke the next morning wearing an over sized T-shirt in the back of my car. Confused, I sat up, and the previous nights events flooded into my head. I rubbed my temples and found my phone. I had a text.
Adam: dear baby girl, I left to go back to the hospital. I miss my baby boy so much, and I know Olivia does too. That's why I have to be here for her. But I'm also going to tell her, that I want to be with you. She doesn't need me anymore, because our son is gone and she's pregnant with another mans baby. I love you Gracie and I want to meet up at the diner later, so we can talk.
I read the text and smiled. That's when I saw the 34 missed calls from my mom. I cussed and dressed in my jeans and tank-top racing home. I'm going to be in so much trouble.
When I got home Mom was sitting on the porch, and she stood up when I pulled in.
"GRACIE! DO YOU REALIZE YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO BE OUT ALL NIGHT! I WAS WORRIED SICK!" My mother screamed. I looked at her, and shook my head walking into the house.
