Isabella Anders (Sunnyvale NA Book 1) by Jessica Sorensen

Author:Jessica Sorensen [Sorensen, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-12-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

By the time we make it back to the hotel room, our grandma is waiting for us, and she doesn’t look very happy. Me, I’m not feeling that fantastic, either. And not just from the wine and pot. The text weighs heavily in my mind as I question over and over again who sent it and why. And what did they mean by have I figured out the secret yet? Are they referring to the secret about my real mom, or was the text simply a wrong number? It did come up as unknown, and I don’t know anyone with an unknown number.

The more I think about it, the more I don’t think the message could be coincidental. The text had to have been sent by someone I know and someone who knows about my mom.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Grandma Stephy asks the second we walk into the hotel room. She stands up from the bed, swaying to the side, a little tipsy. “It’s late.”

“Um …” I glance at Indigo for help. “We were just out walking.”

Indigo slips her purse off and sets it on the table. “Chill, Grandma Stephy. We just went and did a little sightseeing.”

She scowls at us. “You should have told me you were leaving. I was worried sick.”

“We honestly thought you wouldn’t even notice.” Indigo flops down on the bed and yawns. “You’ve been super busy with your friends.”

“Of course I noticed. I’m old, not blind.” She inches toward me, and I can smell the alcohol rolling off her. “I promised your dad I wouldn’t let you wander off.”

“Really?” A smile starts to touch my lips. My dad cares about me?

But then Grandma Stephy hesitates, and I know she’s lying.

“He really didn’t say that, did he?” Sighing, I sink down in a chair to untie my boots.

“He might not have said it, but he would kill me if anything happened to you.”

I keep my head down, focusing on unlacing the boots. “What were you and my dad talking about while you guys were in your bedroom?”

Indigo lets out a cough. “Not right now. She’s too upset.”

“What do you mean, not right now. I’m too upset?” Grandma Stephy asks, sounding drunkenly confused. When neither of us responds, she warns, “Okay, one of you two better start talking. Otherwise, I’ll ground your asses to the room for the rest of the trip.”

“I’m nineteen and Isa is eighteen,” Indigo says, pushing up on her elbows. “You can’t ground us.”

“And I’m sixty and don’t give a shit how old you are,” Grandma Stephy snaps. “I’ll ground you if I want to.”

Indigo tenses and keeps her trap shut.

I want to back off, too, but now that I’ve opened Pandora’s Box, there’s no going back. All these words just keep pouring out of me.

“Is my mom …? Did my dad …? Who’s my real mom, Grandma Stephy?”

Her eyes widen, and I literally feel the perfection and freedom I felt on the Eiffel Tower go poof.

“I heard some

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