Take A Chance

Rainey

The sliding door from the other room caught my attention. I placed my phone on the desk and left my bedroom. If he called back, he’d go straight to voicemail.

“Good morning, Rainey,” Mom said, closing the door. She shivered and rubbed her hands over her arms. “It is bitter cold today.”

“Do you want some tea?” I asked, grabbing for the box of tea bags. I knew she wanted it, asking was a formality.

“That would be great,” she said.

I heated up the kettle and stood by the sink, unable to stop thinking of Michael.

“How’s the job hunt going?” she asked.

“It’s going,” I said. With the distractions this morning, I barely had a chance to email my resume anywhere.

“Is everything alright?” Mom asked, appearing at my side.

“Yeah,” I said.

She pressed her finger to the corner of my mouth. “You don’t look it.”

I turned my head away. I wanted to share the conversation with Michael. I had a feeling she was always on his side, but I was desperate to talk about it with someone. And I doubted Tes