Page 160 of Into the Woods

I turned on his lap, giving him my full attention. “A lot to think about.”

“Your dad?” he asked, his expression cautious.

“No. Well, kinda. I guess I’m not sure what comes next,” I confessed.

His head tilted. “In terms of…”

“Us? Me?” I let out a brittle laugh. “I didn’t really think past what we’d do this week. Stopping Eric and your dad. But now… Court, I moved my whole life to Paris. My mom put our house on the market, and I’m willing to bet that my dad’s stuff is going to be seized by some government.”

He gave a slow nod. “True.”

“And, shit, I need to talk to my mom. My grandparents. I need to see Cami.” It was all so much, the weight of responsibility crushing me under the enormity of it all.

“Princess, you’re spiraling,” he murmured. “You don’t need all the answers tonight. We’ll figure it out.”

A hysterical laugh bubbled from my chest. “Court, I don’t even have my phone. It’s in Eric’s limo.”

“We’ll get you a new one,” he replied. “You can use mine right now if you need to.”

A stupid thought struck me. “I don’t even know my mom’s new phone number! I just programmed it into my phone—”

Court pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocked the screen, and hit a few buttons. When he turned the device to me, my mom’s contact info was in it.

“You have her number?” My brows pulled together in confusion.

“Of course. I covered all my bases in case I needed to get to you or—oof.” The air slammed out of him when I dove at his chest, hugging him as hard as I could. His chest shook as he laughed.

“Can I call her now?” I asked, peering up at him.

“Of course,” he answered, like my question was ridiculous. He pushed his phone into my hand, and I hit the green button to initiate the call.

Mom answered after three rings. “Hello?” She sounded exhausted and uncertain.

“Mom?”

“Rebecca Whittier,” she gasped into the phone. “Where the hell have you been? We’ve been worried sick!”

“I know, Mom,” I whispered, emotions knotting up my throat. “It’s a long story, and I promise I’ll explain it all. Where are you?”

“The hospital,” she replied. “Cami was in an accident and, well, her ankle was broken in two places. She’s in surgery now.”

“Surgery?” My heart sank. That didn’t sound like it was a simple break.

“Yes. Honey, where are you?”

I glanced at Court. “Not far. I can be at the hospital in about thirty minutes. Are Mémé and Papa there, too?”

“Of course,” she answered, sounding baffled.

“We’ll be there soon,” I told her.

“You’re with Eric?” she pressed.

I met Court’s eyes, finding my anchor in the hurricane. “I’m with my boyfriend.”

His gaze warmed with approval.

“I’ll see you soon.” I hung up and handed the phone back to Court.

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