I woke up the next morning and got out of bed. When I walked out and saw Patrick alone in the kitchen, I burst into tears. He hurried over and immediately gave me a hug.
“Why isn't he here yet?” I sobbed. “You said he'd be here yesterday!”
“Oh, Gee, calm down,” Patrick whispered. “Get something to eat.”
I shook my head. “Have you even heard from them?”
Patrick looked down sadly and shook his head.
“Come on, let's eat,” he said quietly.
He brought me into the kitchen where there was a box of cereal and a pint of milk, which he must've gone out to get this morning. But when I looked at the bags under his eyes and his messy hair, I could tell he hadn't even gone to sleep last night.
The front door opened and I shrieked. I ran to the foyer and jumped into Frank’s arms as I sobbed.
