GRACE
I plan to head home after leaving the hospital, but I’ve not even turned the key in the ignition when my phone vibrates in my pocket, alerting me to a text.
It's Tess and she's begging me not to come home because she's inviting someone for the night.
And who I am to say no.
Sigh. Guess I’m left with two options – James or my mum. I know which I’d prefer, so I bring up James’ number and hope he’s not busy as I hit call. If I have to stay at my mum’s it would mean getting up ridiculously early tomorrow morning to avoid the rush-hour traffic on the way back into Manchester.
“Davidson,” James barks upon picking up my call.
“Hey. It’s me,” I say, wondering why he doesn’t already know that. I’m assuming by his curt greeting that he didn’t look at the caller I.D. “You okay?”
“Sure.
