"He's not answering. Why is he not answering?" Brittany was frantic, repeatedly attempting to return her father's call.
Wrapping her hands around Brittany's arms, Frankie attempted to still her. "He is probably driving or he has a bad signal, did the message say anything else?" Frankie asked to try and understand what was happening.
"I need to go home." Brittany seemed spaced, looking around the room for a bag. She hadn't even dressed yet, as she wandered about the room in her towel dress.
"Brit?" Frankie tried to get her attention gently but it was no use. She had zoned out, focused on getting home to her family. "Brittany." She repeated sharply, getting her attention as her head whipped to look. "Get dressed, I am going to call and arrange the jet. Do you need to take a bag? Did
