Kelly
The waiting room felt like it was closing in on me. The cold, white walls. The sound of fluorescent lights. The lingering scent of antiseptic, none of it felt real.
The security footage kept replaying in my head, frame by frame. A man in a hoodie. A wheelchair. My father disappearing into the night, he’s probably not covered.
Adrian was pacing beside me, his fists tight at his sides. His face was stone cold, we were waiting for the police, but what would the police do more than tell us to wait.
"I should've been here," he muttered. "I should've….."
Then my phone buzzed. Unknown Number. My chest tightened. Before I even picked up, I knew.
I answered, my voice low, shaking even.
"Hello?”
For a second, there was nothing. Then—a low dark chuckle. Air left my lungs immediatel
