Abigail's POV
The first ring of the phone dial dragged on longer than I ever remember a dial tone being.
“C'mon…" I muttered to myself.
The second ring began.
“Elle," I said
The third ring went on even longer than the first. My palms started to sweat, and the phone nearly slipped out of my hand and crashed to the floor. I squeezed my grip tighter on it. It was hot from my tense muscles suffocating it and sticky in sweat.
“Please, please pick up," I whispered. My phone was shaking in my hand. I changed the call to speaker. If I put it up to my ear, my shaking phone would keep tapping my earring.
I waited through five dial tones before I hear a click.
“Hey! It's Elle," Elle's voice on the other line was the remedy for my jitters.
“Oh, Elle I—" I began, but I paused.
“Thanks for yo
