Savannah
It had been over twelve hours since I heard from my dad. I sat at the edge of the bed, with the burner phone in hand. There was no buzz, no call-back, nothing.
My thumb hovered over the screen. I pressed the call, and fixed my gaze on the top corner of the screen as if the signal bar could magically force a connection.
One ring. Then none. Straight to voicemail.
I hated this silence. It wasn’t the kind that gave peace. It was the kind that scratched at the walls. The voice came again, same tone, same message.
“Your call cannot be completed at this time. Please try again later.”
I lowered the phone and groaned into my palm.
“Damn it,” I muttered. I ended the call and dropped the phone beside me. My palm found my temple. I pressed down hard, hoping the pressure would push th
