HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 125
 

“Seriously?” Kay asked. “I’ve been in hiding for two years and I still make sure to call Mom and the girls at least once a month.”

Angela just shrugged.

“Okay, fine, I’ll drop the subject,” Kay said. “Least I can do after all your help. Thanks, by the way. I couldn’t have gotten through tonight without you.”

“You’d have found a way,” she replied. “But you’re welcome.”

“Good night, Angie,” he said, and looked up at the sky. “Or morning, as it were.”

He turned and strolled down the sidewalk.

“Hey, Kay!” she called out.

He glanced back.

“Don’t go disappearing on me this time, okay?” she said. “This isn’t goodbye.”

“Count on it,” he replied, and walked away.

Angela rode the elevator up to her apartment and collapsed into bed. She stared at the ceiling for a while, watching the light creep in through the window. She was exhausted to her core, but she couldn’t sleep.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and poked around. There wasn’t much happening on Facebook and she wasn’t in the mood for games.

Somehow she ended up scrolling through her contact list, staring at her mother’s number. She could count the times she’d called this number on one hand, usually only when she really needed something.

Angela took a deep breath and dialled.

“Angela?” Vivian muttered groggily. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Angela said. “Sorry to call so early. I just… I was thinking maybe… we could get breakfast?”