JACOB
I never took my phone into a meeting.
I got back to my room to discover several missed calls and texts from Delilah that had me worried.
Hey.
You there?
Sorry to bother you, but it’s important.
Can you pick up? Please?
Without wasting another second, I called. Her phone rang and rang, and each time it did without her answering, I was tempted to charter a helicopter home.
Finally, there was an answer.
But it wasn’t Delilah.
“Hello?”
“Who is this?” I asked. “Where’s Delilah?”
“Hey, is this Jacob? This is Delilah’s friend, Laura.”
“Is everything alright there?”
“Delilah’s OK. But she’s sleeping at the moment.”
The relief that washed over me was indescribable. I closed my eyes and savored it before continuing.
“Well, if she’s alright then, don’t wake her.”
“I won’t,
