Chapter Six
River
U gh, I really hate turning to Google for things like this. I'd normally ask my mother or aunts a very personal, female-related medical question, but it's actually about my mother, so Google is the only way to go. I know there are several reputable medical sites out there, but I really don't need a ton of confirmation for my suspicions.
"Earth to Riv… Are you still with me?"
"Sorry, Brant. I fell down a Google rabbit hole. I'm researching, and you know how much that can send me spiraling." I turn my attention back to my phone that's sitting in my ring light beside my bed while I work diligently on my laptop.
"I do. That's what drew me to you at camp. What are you working on?" He studies me as I debate whether or not to fill him in.
"Just a theory at the moment. I'll let you know if my hypothesis is correct. I'll actually need your advice if it is." I bite my lip, worried about being a good big sister and if going to MIT next year would be the smartest move with my mom about to have a baby. "Alright. I think I've found enough evidence for now. I need to get a hold of my aunts. Will you be around later if I need to talk?"
"For you, I'm always available, River." Brantley winks at me, making me blush.
Maybe Mom was right and he actually does see me as more than a kid, but I can't worry about that right now. I've got bigger issues to focus on.
"Thanks, Brantley. Bye."
"Bye, Riv."
I hang up, then pull my phone out of my ring light. Sitting back on my bed, I double-check the website and tick off each symptom on my fingers, which makes me further believe my suspicions. I clear my browser history then grab my phone.
River: So, you know how you both say you're always here if I need you? Well, I need you, and I need you not to say anything to my mom. Can you promise you won't until we talk?
Wren: Are you okay?
River: Yes, I'm fine. Promise. The issue isn't about me. But I need your advice and help on something.
Wren: Then you're secret is safe with me. Can you swing by the shop? Daphne is here with a client right now, which is why she didn't respond, but she should be done in a few minutes.
Daphne: Just finished up. Her tattoo needs to breathe for a minute, then I can wrap it up and I'll be done for a bit.
River: Perfect. I'll be there in ten. Thanks, aunties.
Love you! 3
Wren: Love you, punk.
Daphne: Love you, Riv.