Chapter 8
The next morning, Sarah was allowed to call her parents. She had rehearsed in her mind what she wanted to say, but that was not going to make it any easier. As she slowly dialed the number to her parents, she took a deep breath, filled up her lungs, and then exhaled slowly to calm herself. She did not want to put her parents through this ordeal, but it was necessary that they be in the loop. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the phone, the dull beeping from the other end piercing through her as she waited and waited.
Finally, after nine or ten rings, it stopped ringing. "H-Hello?" came the weak reply. It was her father.
"Hey, dad, it's me, Sarah." She sniffed softly.
"Sarah! It's so good to hear from you! Your mother and I were worried when you hadn't called these last
