*Calvin*
“Hey, Delilah,” Dad says into the phone. “No, I don’t need to talk to Jareth. I need you. Calvin does, actually. He asked me to call. Hold on.”
Dad hands me the phone. “Hi,” I say awkwardly.
“Hi, Calvin,” she says kindly. “How are you? How’s Ada?”
“We’re good,” I tell her. “Listen, I need a favor from you.”
“What’s that, honey?”
“Please don’t throw a ball while we’re visiting,” I say. I feel bad, but I want the first few visits to be easy for Ada. She hates them.
“Alright, but I didn’t know you were,” she says.
I give the phone back to Dad so he can figure it out. I’ve done what I needed to. Ada seemed alright last night after everything, but when we went to sleep, she spent the entire night holding me. Not how she usually lays beside me and has her arm ove
