Texting My Moms Ex by Flora Ferrari EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Flora Ferrari
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- Genre: Contemporary Romance Fiction
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Zoey
I’m only supposed to use Jaxson’s number in case of an emergency. I don’t
know if this qualifies. Mom isn’t answering her phone. The way things have
been with Axel, her douchebag ex, I can’t stop thinking the worst—
imagining scenes in which Axel has finally snapped and unleashed his rage
on Mom.
As I sit on the couch—my laptop open on the coffee table, the cursor
blinking, teasing my poor writing efforts this evening—I stare down at my
phone. I’ve already punched Jaxson’s number in. He used to come by a lot
right after Dad died. I never saw anything happen between him and Mom, but
something did. I’m sure of it.
He was here every week, sometimes every day, when I was around ten and
eleven years old. He’d bring groceries and help with household maintenance,
rent, and bills. Then, nothing.
Poof. Without explanation, he was gone, and Mom refused to explain why.
To this day, she won’t talk about it. Whenever I bring him up, which is rare
now, she gets this dreamy, faraway look in her eyes. I haven’t seen him since
I was a kid.
Erasing his number, I try Mom again. This time, it goes straight to voicemail.
Her phone died, I tell myself. There’s no reason to panic. Yeah, or Axel has
finally gotten his hands on her. He’s switched off her phone.
Jaxson is a writer of military action thrillers, a perfect fit for him since he was
in Special Forces for years. It’s how he and Dad met. I wonder what Dad
would say if he knew about the dreamy look Mom gets whenever she talks
about his best friend.
I’m not going to cry. It’s been a decade since Dad passed, but sadness still
tugs at me at the thought that Dad will never say anything about anybody
again.
“Mom,” I say, wishing I was talking to her, not her voicemail. “I’m really
worried about you. Please call me back.”
She’s only two hours late. She could’ve stopped off on the way home from
work for a coffee.
No. Reason. To. Panic.
Right? She’s the only family I’ve got left.
I don’t let myself think about seeing Jaxson. I stopped googling him years
ago to diffuse any silly notions that might spiral into my mind. He’s tall and
broad-shouldered, and his hair has turned an enchanting shade of silver as the
years have passed. His eyes are wolfish—stark and blue as he stares in his
author’s photo, owning the reader, holding the world.
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