Chapter 157
I slurped down about a quarter of the shake—I didn’t want to get brain freeze—then picked up my cell phone. No bars on the battery icon, which didn’t make any kind of sense; it had been partially recharged before Adam took me to the citadel. Maybe it was just a crap battery. I’d let it charge overnight and see what happened in the morning. I plugged it into the charger, then reached for the house phone, opened the address book, and pressed one.
How was I going to tell Dad what was going on? He had to know. Things were getting too hinky to keep it from him any longer.
“Hi Dad,” I said when he answered the phone.
“Ty. Thank you for returning my call.”
“Huh? Is everything all right?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing. I’ve been trying to reach you since Friday.”
I checked the answering machine, and sure enough, it was blinking. There were eight messages. “What’s going on? Ken and Chrissie haven’t canceled the wedding, have they?”