Billie.
I sat at my tiny kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of me, mindlessly poking at the soggy pieces with my spoon.
My phone was still on flight mode. I knew the second I turned it on, I'd be bombarded with messages from my mom. Probably a hundred missed calls. Maybe even an official Where Are You? announcement on her Facebook mom's group.
I sighed.
I needed an excuse. A solid, foolproof excuse to get out of this family get-together without making it suspicious.
Lexus is busy? Too vague.
Lexus is on a business trip? Too predictable.
Lexus fell down the stairs and broke his leg? Hmm… dramatic, but effective.
Lexus got stung by a bee and his lips are swollen beyond recognition? Even better.
I smirked at my own genius and picked up my phone, ready to draft the perfect Sorry, Mom, can't make it text.
But just as I unlocked my screen—
BANG!
My front door slammed open.
I screamed.
