Elewon
My hands shook as I dialed Celeste’s number for the tenth time. Still nothing. The phone just kept saying her number was unreachable.
Something was very wrong. Celeste always called. If she was going to be late, she would text me. That was just who she was. She cared too much about people worrying.
I walked around the house, my heart beating faster with each passing minute. The clock on the wall seemed to laugh at me. Seven o’clock. Eight o’clock. Still no Celeste.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my bag and ran outside, my chest tight with fear.
“Taxi!” I called out, waving my hand at a passing cab.
The driver looked at me strangely. I must have looked like a crazy person. My hair was messy, my eyes red from holding back tears.
“Please take me to Fashion Street,” I told
