It was Monday, and I found myself speeding down the road trying to get home as fast as possible. I had stupidly left my cell phone at home. Usually I wouldn’t care, but this time, I’d been really worried, mainly because I didn’t know if my mom had called or anything. What if something happened to Cynthia?
When I got home, I rushed in and was pleased to see that my phone was sitting on my kitchen table. That meant I wouldn’t have to look for it.
As expected, I had 64 calls from my mom. Normally, I would have rolled my eyes, but today I started to panic.
I called her back right away, and she answered with a shriek, “Nathan Evangelos where on earth have you been this whole day?”
“Mom, sorry! I left my phone at home!”
“I thought you got hit by another car or something! Do you know how wor
