Slim
I stood there, uncertain if he wanted me to follow, so I stayed put.
I fumbled with my shaking hands to retrieve my phone and struggled to click on my brother's contact name. When I finally managed it, the phone slipped from my hands and crashed onto the paved driveway. The screen was badly cracked, and I didn't even want to look at it. So I shut my eyes, leaned down, quickly picked it up, and slid it into my pocket. I groaned aloud, cursing the universe under my breath, as I looked around for anyone I might know. The chances of that were one in a million because, frankly, I had no friends. It was a sad life to live, and if only people knew how we felt on the inside.