After squealing into Callan’s driveway, I leaped out of my car. Something wasn’t right.
Callan had told me that he’d meet me at the library, and while we hadn’t been having the best time together, he wouldn’t ditch me. I had even stayed out front on the library steps two hours after it closed.
Gunther had told me that Callan had purposefully not come, but that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. His text messages had sounded so serious, and I so desperately wanted to make up with him. Plus, he hadn’t responded to any of my messages or calls for basically the entire day.
I walked to his garage window and peered inside the room, only seeing his wife’s car.
He’s still not home? Where did he go today? Maybe his car broke down?
He’s still not home? Where did he go today? Maybe his car broke down?
