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“I’m so sorry," he murmurs. “That’s heavy.”
“Y—yeah,” I say, between sniffles. “Everything I’ve done has been for my family. And now it’s because of me that our lives are fucked.”
“It’s also because of you that they have a better chance at things here,” he murmurs, petting my hair as a soothing purr leaves his chest.
There are butterflies in my stomach. Such a contrast to the funeral dirge pounding its way through my chest.
I don’t think I’ve ever had an alpha purr for me before.
I hate to admit it, but it’s kind of like magic.
“I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I can tell that you love your family a lot. And they love you too. They’re not going to blame this on you,” he continues.
“You’d bet money on that?” I ask, staring up at him.
God, I probably look like a mess. I need to fix my makeup.
I know it’s stupid to keep on thinking about something like my looks at a time like this, but I can’t help it.
I can’t tell very well, in the dim lighting of his room, but I swear there’s a blush on his cheeks.
“I would,” he says, glancing away. “And I’ve never bet money on anything before. Unless buying something on eBay counts.”
“Okay,” I say, wiping away at the remaining tears on my cheeks. “I’m going to call them, now.”
“Do you want me here?”
I bite my lower lip. “If it’s not too much trouble?”
“Of course not,” he says.
He’s like a completely different person. Maybe it was the conversation we had earlier. Now that he knows that I know about his past, he can relax around me.
Whatever it is, I like it.
I hand him his phone so he can unlock it for me again and type in my mom’s phone number.
I have all of my family’s phone numbers memorized, but hers is the first one that comes to mind.
I think part of it stems from the fact that I just want my mom to tell me everything will be okay.
“Hello? Who is this?” My mom says, after she picks up on the fourth ring.
“Hey, Mom, it’s me,” I say, trying to hide the waver in my voice.
“Reyna? Sweetie, is everything okay? Why aren’t you calling from your phone?” She asks, automatically jumping into Mom mode.
I’ve spent so many years hiding something huge from her. Now I don’t have to hide anything from her anymore. She knows.
I can have my mom back.
“Mom, I—I have some bad news,” I say, my voice breaking.
“Where are you? Your dad can come pick you up right now, what’s wrong?”
“I—I’m okay. You don’t need to send dad to me.”
“What’s going on, Rey-Rey?” My dad says over the phone. Mom must’ve put the phone on speaker.
