Fredrick raced over to Yvette’s, and banged on the door—but there was no answer. He then took out his key, and unlocked her door. Was she home, and just ignoring him, or was she missing--just as she had been the night before? He looked all around her apartment, but he couldn’t find her anywhere.
“Yvette!” He cried. “Yvette, are you here?”
Damn! He panicked. Where the hell is she?
He could feel the palpitations in his chest, as he was frantic with worry. Fredrick’s stomach was beginning to hurt. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. He had tried calling her cell, but it kept going right to voice mail.
Was it because she was ignoring him, or was it because her battery had died? Whatever the reason—he would be an emotional wreck until he talked to her. Not k
