I paced around my apartment, my bare feet thudding softly on the carpet, waiting for the person I was calling to pick up. It took four rings before the line went to voicemail and I sighed in exasperation, throwing the phone down onto the bed in frustration.
“Neither of them?” I asked no one in particular, raising my eyes toward the ceiling. “Neither of them are answering? What if I was in
Published on May 16, 2019 04:35