closed starter for: grayson morgan. @texanheart
location: lobby of the juniper.
pulse thuds against her ribcage, echoing louder at each chime of the building's door. it's suffocating her in a way, the ghosts of generational wealth in the walls, she feels garish inside it but she sits, one foot tucked beneath the other atop leather chair, waiting. doesn't have to wait much longer when the door sounds yet again, this time her son stepping in. alive. recalls the phone call she'd received, that he almost didn't make it. she'd tried to get to him, screamed at the bus ticketing attendant in oregon when her card declined, rode through nevada with a stranger hauling lumber because he was the only one heading south, and all the while, her son lay in a hospital bed somewhere between life and death while she is still too far to reach him. always too late, always somewhere else and now, here they both are. jen rises before she realizes it, " gray, " the name tumbles from lips, " hey gray, " again, pleading this time, following after him, " can you just — wait a second? "
