Thank you. I appreciate it.
Are you feeling better?
Lydia
I told you I was fine, Fletch
Me
And I don’t believe you, Lydia
Lydia
I’m fine. I’m going to bed, though
Me
It’s not even ten!
Lydia
So? We were up late last night!
Me
Something is up with you
Lydia
I’m fine.
Goodnight, I’ll talkto you tomorrow
Me
Goodnight, Lydi-bug
I toss my phone to the side, ignoring the incessant tug in my brain.
“Lydia?” Calvin questions, pulling my attention back to the world around me.
I nod. “I can’t shake this feeling that something's wrong. She’s a night owl. It’s not even ten at home, and she’s going to bed.”
“Maybe she is ill,” Trigg says.
“Maybe.” But something about it doesn’t seem quite right.
I’m going to text my mom to be sure.
Me
How did Lydia seem tonight?
Mom
Fine, why? We had a very nice dinner at The Black Rooster.
Me