AMY
Sandra had refused to let me into her room, so I had to call Dad to tell him everything. I dialed his number. It rang twice before he picked it up. I expected his usual cheerful greeting, but it was different.
His voice was low and calm, too calm for my liking. “Hello, sweetheart.”
“Dad, you need to come over to my apartment. Sandra's been crying seriously.” My voice was tight, and I had to ensure he knew this was an emergency.
On the phone, he sounded stunned, like he didn't know that Sandra was at my apartment.
“Oh... I'm so relieved. I called her parents' home, but she was nowhere to be found,” he said, and then assured me that he was on his way here.
At first, there was a hesitation that I noticed, but he quickly agreed to be there.
“I'll be there shortly,” He said sof
