“Shit. So your mom still has Elijah?” The way Lexie is chewing her gum makes it seem like we’re chatting about going to the mall rather than Jonah possibly abandoning his infant son. “Yep.” Lexie leans against the locker next to me. “That’s not good.” “It’s fine. He’ll probably pick him up today. I think he just needed to catch up on sleep.” Lexie can tell I’m making excuses. She shrugs and pops a bubble with her gum. “Yeah, maybe. But fair warning. My dad has been ‘catching up on sleep’ for thirteen years.”
