8 pm.
I sent him three messages.
Three.
You know how often I double text somebody? I don’t.
“Are you coming over?”
“Church was over hours ago.”
“Shouldn’t Katarina be at work by now?”
I tried to keep busy. Keep moving.
It started with a video game. Then a movie. Then homework.
If I’m doing homework, something is seriously wrong.
I called him. Nothing.
And then the worrying started.
It was stupid but all I could think about was Harrison. Held down. Hurt. What if Phil’s in danger? His dad is in town now. Something could have happened. So many scenarios kept running through my mind, stressing me out.
Finally, I just sent, “Hey, I’m coming over.”
I couldn’t just break in like before. Dad made sure of it, apparent
