Sandy’s POV
For the umpteenth time that night, I checked my phone for time with a heavy heart. Anthony had not returned and it was close to two in the morning. I could barely sleep or sit or lay at a spot. All I thought about was what he was up to so late at night and why he hadn’t called me. It was unlike him and I purposely did not want to over think anything, especially in the direction of him and Ida. But something in my guts made me believe he was away from the room because of her and the more I put my mind to it, the more I felt like I was going to implode.
When the time on my phone swapped from 1:59 to 2 am, I sighed and went to the bed. My body was tired but my mind was too active. I sat on the bed and stared at the door for a while before looking down at the phone in my hand. I
