“Uh…” I stammered, trying to pull my scattered thoughts back into something that resembled a sentence. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ve been calling you all night, and I even had Jane try your cell because you weren’t picking up,” Eli said, his voice loosening as he seemed to calm down. “After what happened at the bookstore, I went back and noticed the back lock had been tampered with. It could be nothing, but after you said you thought someone was inside the store, I got worried.”
Realizing he’d genuinely been worried about me—like a real friend—I felt like a total asshole.
“I’m so sorry about that,” I tried to explain. “I let my imagination get the best of me in that old bookstore. I was in the attic and I got creeped out. I shouldn’t have worried you like that. I actually fell asleep as soon as I
