She did have a point. Why was I here rather than trying to sort things out with Gracie I downed the last of my drink, paid my tab, heading out and back to the apartment. Ben and Lola were both home now.
“Gracie still in her room” I asked.
“No. She isn’t home. She said she was going out, but she didn’t say where or whom with.” Lola answered.
“Nothing” I asked, surprised because Gracie usually said where she was going,
“No. I am sure she hasn’t gone far and would be home soon,” Lola didn’t seem concerned.
There was probably nothing to worry about, but I couldn’t help myself. It was in my nature to worry about her.
“I am going to try a call,” I said, going to our bedroom. I tried calling, but she didn’t answer. I send her a quick text.
Hey, baby girl. I know you are sti
