I hesitated. Looking at the new message I was about to send, seconds stretched with anticipation. Was apologizing the right thing? He was late. He wasn’t answering my calls.
Would this sound like I was pleasing him too much?
My phone buzzed again, disrupting my thoughts. Damian’s name flashed on the screen, and I once again contemplated if I would answer it.
But I was sure as hell he’d be mad if I didn’t.
I inhaled sharply before swiping towards left. "Hey."
"Eleanor," his voice was firm, and edged with somethingI could call displease. "Where are you?"
I swallowed. "I just texted you. Mike dropped us off. I—" I hesitated. "I meant to text you earlier, but it slipped my mind. I'm sorry."
It must have been when Abby called me on our way home, I didn’t have the chance to inform him.
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