~ Lily ~
The first day Hector doesn’t check up on me, I don’t think much of it. Sunday passes normally. Monday disappears into meetings. I send him a message during lunch asking if he’s free that evening.
I get no reply. By bedtime, I assume he’s fallen asleep early. The next morning I send another. Still nothing. Which isn’t like him. Not that he always replies immediately, but at least he always replies. He’s never been glued to his phone, half the time it’s sitting on a toolbox at the garage while he’s buried inside an engine.
The third day is different. I call. It rings, then goes to voicemail. I don’t leave a message. I simply end the call and stare at the screen, waiting for it to light up but it doesn’t.
By Thursday I’ve stopped pretending I’m concentrating at work.
“Lily,” Eli
