Jessi had just reached her front door, arms loaded with grocery bags, when she heard her phone ringing in her purse. By the time shed made it to the kitchen island and put down the groceries, the phone had gone to voicemail. She put away the cold things, then dug the phone out of her bag. The missed call log said Cara.
She sank into Sirs chair and dialed. Hi, sweetie. I was just coming in the door. How are you?
Hi, Mom. Im good. Listen, I have some time off. Trevor and I want to come down for the weekend.
Jessi hesitated. This weekend? It was Wednesday. Did her daughter really mean two days from now?
Yeah, we were planning to go to the mountains, but I said Id rather go to the beach.
The butterflies in Jessis stomach went into overdrive. So far, she had avoided mentioning, to either Cara or Adam, the change in her relationship with Judd. Not that she was ashamed. But her children had never known her to date. What would they think?