I hope it's not what I'm thinking what really happened, and I hope it's just one of his friends who called him because he wants to play an online game with Tyler and nothing really serious happened.
After I take a bath, dress up, and eat the leftover foods that my father cooked yesterday, I go outside and climb in my car. I look at my phone in my hand as I grip the steering wheel with my left hand in the hope that Tyler would text me saying that nothing bad happened to any of his loved ones. Tyler mentioned to me before that he already knew who his real parents are when he was just young. He told me that his father is already dead and that he has a half sister.
I see no text from Tyler to relieve the anxiousness I feel inside. Heaving a sigh, I toss my phone on the passenger seat, turn
