Mistake

SARAH

More than an hour had passed since I talked with Alex. I kept glancing out the window and squeezing the phone in my hand. He didn't come like he said he would. A part of me was missed, but a much bigger part grew anxious. Calling him and finding out that his phone was out of reach didn't help me calm down either. I debated whether or not I should call him on his “normal” phone instead. It was almost two in the morning, so I figured that it would be less probable for Jeanette to answer the phone instead of him. Sucking a deep breath, I made the call. This time I heard a signal, but there was still no one to answer…

My heart began to thunder. Something was wrong. I could feel it in every inch of my tense muscles, twisting guts, and churning stomach. I paced around the room like a mad woman, trying to figure out a miraculous solution that would help me contact him.

What if something had happened to him? What if he had an accident? Of course, it was more probable that there had been