QUINN
I kept my phone close to me the rest of the night, but I didn't hear from Leo. My mom hadn't gotten any news from Leo's father, either, and we were all worried. Finally, the next morning, I messaged him.
Are you okay? What's going on with your mom?
Nearly two hours went by before he responded.
Not sure. Call you later.
Later turned out to be about seven that night, and when I heard Leo's voice through the phone, I wasn't sure whether to be hurt or furious.
"Heyyyyyy, Quinn. Come on over, babe. I'm at Matt's. It's a party."
I had been sitting at the dinner table with my parents when the call came in, and I marched out of the kitchen and up to my bedroom.
"Leo, what the hell? Are you drunk?"
"Maybe a leeetle bit." He laughed, and in the background, I heard the sound of music
