TW mention of miscarriage even if it is fake.
Lyla
I have heard from Domino twice since we visited. She claims to be busy, but I don’t know. Her responses are short, and seem clipped. Normally, when we are playing phone tag and just texting back and forth, her texts are like books with everything she is doing and how excited she is. Now it’s like three or four lines.
I tried calling her, but my calls went straight to voicemail.
“I don’t like this,” I said out loud one morning as Kellen, Conner and I sat around the breakfast table.
“Do you want to take a trip?” Conner asked.
“Can you spare the time?” I asked him.
“No. But you and Kelly can go. I’m backed up at least six weeks.”
“We’ll go when you can come. I don’t want to leave you.”
He smiled, “I’m a big boy,” he winked.
