Jemima's face lit up with smug satisfaction. Right in front of me, she pulled out her own phone and dialed Kevin.
He picked up instantly. "Mom, what's up?"
Her voice turned honeyed. "Sweetheart, where are you? Did you and Roberta have another fight?"
Through the speaker, Kevin's flat tone carried a hint of disdain. "Wouldn't call it that. She just went crazy on her own. Probably bored out of her mind sitting at home all day."
"I'm in Harbor City, Mom. Don't tell Roberta. I'm seeing Adela one last time, then I'll be back soon."
The call lasted less than a minute.
So he really had rushed there overnight.
My chest felt hollow, carved out—and yet, strangely, something loosened.
When I didn't react, Jemima clicked her tongue. "Did you hear that? Kevin's always complaining to me about how dull and stupid you are. All you do is pick fights with him. If it weren't for the baby, he'd have left you ages ago!"
"This Adela girl seems quite nice, actually. I heard both her parents are teachers—more than good enough for my Kevin. Unlike some people, with no mother, no father. Who knows, maybe you're just bad luck walking!"