Holding the phone, I hesitated for a solid two seconds, wondering what Conrad wanted from me this time.

Fanny nudged her chin at me, signaling to pick it up.

"Felicia," came Conrad's voice from the other end, calling out to me.

"What's up?" My tone was as distant and cool as ever.

Even though things had ended badly with Ernest, there was no going back with Conrad. So every time he reached out or came close, I instinctively raised my defenses. "I'm back," he said, his words carrying a weight as if he had returned from a great ordeal.

"Yeah, I know," Dustin had already filled me in.

There was a pause on Conrad's end, "Can we meet? If you don't want to see me alone, you can come over to the house. My folks would really love to see you."

I could almost see Herschel and Jacqueline greeting me at the airport, their concern for me was undeniable.

"There's something I need to tell you," Conrad broke the silence, "It's about Jefferson, and... it involves Ernest too."

was done with Ernest. Whatever involved him, how

fleeting. I found

some pot roast when you come over," Conrad's voice brightened with anticipation. Hanging up, Fanny sighed, "Ex-boyfriend is really making

"He said it's

using Ernest as bait. You're done with

was doing it on purpose; she knew

about Ernest. It's about the Herschel and Jacqueline. Jacqueline said she'd make pot

snorted, clearly not

estate, let alone a pot roast. You saved Conrad's

had explained everything. They were so open about it, dwelling on it any

sharing that rare universal donor blood type. The odds are slimmer than winning the lottery," Fanny looked

about it. They said they knew about

was partly because of that,"

nodded, "If you ever need a transfusion and Conrad hesitates even for a second, I swear

great plains road trip is off the

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