I reached for it, groggily registering that sunlight was streaming through the blinds and that Sofia wasn’t in her bed. The number wasn’t one I recognized; I registered a lot of extra digits before putting it to my ear. “Hello?” I said, my voice hoarse with sleep. “Juliet, honey, did I wake you?” “Grace?” I felt so out of it, like I was underwater and trying to swim to the surface. Why would Jason’s mother be calling me? “Juliet, I just got off the phone with your dad.” “You talked to my dad?” Grace and my dad never talked. If ever there needed to be parental communication, it was always between our moms. She ignored my question. “We agreed that you’re going to stay at our house until your mother . . . until everything is worked out. I know your aunt is arriving today, and she’s going to stay with you until we’re back, and then next week you’ll come to us, okay?” “Next week?” My tongue felt heavy and it was hard to form words. I needed to pull myself out of my grogginess and focus.
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