Her silence frightened me more than any explanation could have.
By the early evening, I couldn’t sit still any longer.
I grabbed my keys and drove to her apartment.
Her car was parked outside.
The lights inside her apartment were on.
I walked to her door and knocked.
No answer.
I knocked again, calling her name.
Still nothing.
I stood there for several minutes, listening for movement inside.
I couldn’t tell whether she was home or whether she had left the lights on before going somewhere else.
I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but I was beginning to fear that something serious had happened.
I finally left a message asking her to contact me as soon as possible.
That night, I barely slept.
The Call That Changed Everything
The following afternoon, my phone rang.
It was Rachel.
I answered immediately.
“Rachel? What happened? I’ve been worried sick about you.”
