42. Can I Get a Name?

It’s ten o’clock at night, Jude isn’t back yet, and my nerves are eating me alive.

I peek at my phone. There’s no new message. Not that I would have missed it with the frequency I’ve been checking.

I tried to call him, twice.

First when he had been gone for about four hours and I was beginning to get worried. My call didn’t go through. I tried again about half an hour ago. His phone was still unreachable.

Maybe he needs time, I try to convince myself, biting on my nail. I get it. I tried to break up with him. He must be mad. He’s just pissed off and that’s why he turned off his phone.

But despite telling myself that, I can’t calm down. Ugly scenarios keep jumping into my mind, and I can’t help it. Not after what Robbie told me…

I dial his number again, praying fervently that it goes through.

My heart jumps in my chest when his ringback tone sounds in my ear. I press my hand to my chest as it rings on and on. But then it stops. Cursing, I dial him again.

I just want him to pick up so I