Alice’s POV:
Two weeks passed since Randy’s death.
Two weeks after I saw Carla.
I’ve been calling her, but Carla’s phone was off or, more specifically, canceled. I tried calling her house, but no one picked up.
Throwing my phone down, I rested my elbow against the couch armchair staring at the black television screen. The couch beside me creaked, and Neilson rubs my arm, “Hey, it will be okay,” he comforts me as a laid my head on his shoulder.
I bit my trembling lips, “What if something happened to Carla?”
Neilson held me tighter, “Oh no no, Angel, don’t think that.”
“Carla is pregnant and Rand-” I couldn’t speak any further, only dug myself into his chest, a muffled cry lingering the air as Neilson pat my back, attempting to soothe me.
After several hours of crying and a
