THE CALL
JESS
I heard something fall in the kitchen, shattering to the floor.
I sat up so fast that the lounger wobbled beneath me, my heart hammering in my chest as Laura stepped out onto the porch.
She was holding her phone in one hand, her face pale, her wide eyes brimming with something I couldn’t quite read–shock?
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
“Did something happen to my mother?” I pressed, my throat tightening as the words rushed out. My mind spun with possibilities, each one worse than the last.
Laura shook her head slowly, her lips parting as if to speak but no sound came out. Finally, she managed to look me in the eyes and said softly, “No. They, uh… Jess.”
I stared at her, every nerve in my body on edge.
“They found survivors of the wreck.”
My breath hitched, and for a moment, the world around me stilled. The sounds of the pool, the distant rustling of the trees, and even the beating of my own heart seemed to fade into nothing.
“What?” I whispered, barely able to get the word out. My hands gripped the edges of the lounger, knuckles white. “What do you
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mean? Survivors?”
Laura nodded, her expression torn between relief and
hesitation. “It’s… they haven’t released names yet. Just that they found people alive.”
Alive.
The word echoed in my mind, sending a strange mixture of hope and fear coursing through me.
Alive.
“Who?” I asked, my voice breaking. “Did they say who?”
Laura shook her head again, her shoulders sagging. “No. I only got bits and pieces. But they said the survivors were found on a boat near some island Ican’t remember. Local fisherman picked them up in the storm.”
I didn’t realize I was holding my breath, which didn’t come out in a sharp exhale.
My hands moved instinctively to my belly as though grounding. myself would stop the spiral of emotions threatening to
overwhelm me.
“Do you think it’s them?” I whispered, more to myself than to her.
“I don’t know,” Laura said softly, stepping closer.
I saw it there, etched in the lines of her face, the faint tremble in her lip, the way her eyes darted away from mine. She wasn’t ready to have hope. Neither was I. The weight of it was too much, the possibility of reaching for something so fragile only to
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