“You’re on.” She nods at me. “Check it.”
I turn the phone on and set it between us on the bed. A few seconds after, it loads to the home screen, text after text and dozens of missed calls show. I open my dad’s text chain first.
* * *
Dad:Where are you?
Dad: Did you go home?
Dad: We just got here and you aren’t here. Where are you??
Dad: Brianna Lucia
Dad: We are worried
Dad: Come home now
Dad: I’ll put a hold on your credit card
Dad: I love you and hope you know bumping into you was an accident
Dad: Bri
Dad: I’m calling Sara
Dad: Thomas and I will stop fighting
“Eleven texts from your dad.”She picks up my phone and opens missed calls. “Fifteen missed calls.”
I grab the phone back and note sixteen missed calls from Thomas. Looks like I’m losing the bet.
Thomas:Bri, come home
Thomas: Where did you go, Siren?
Thomas: We’re going to your dad’s house
Thomas: I hope you are there and okay
Thomas: You aren’t here
Thomas: As your doctor I insist you check in
Thomas: Siren
Thomas: Your dad and I have worked things out
Thomas: Come home
Thomas: To my home
Thomas: It’s empty and cold without you
Thomas: I think I’m falling in love with you
Thomas: Please come home
Thomas: By the way, Jack agrees about the Venice Beach house