Ana lay on the couch, sleeping, with a plate of brigadeiros on her lap and chocolate all over her mouth. I turned off the TV and grabbed the half-eaten plate from her, then set it on the table. Picking up my phone, I cursed under my breath.
No new messages.
Three entire hours of nothing.
Something wasn’t right. My stomach tightened. I hoped João’s mom was okay.
I opened our Discord chat and typed to the guys.
Me: Is everything okay?
Me: Is everything okay?Me: Where are you guys?
Me: Where are you guys?I paced around the house, picking up all the dirty clothes and putting them into the hamper, deciding to clean up a bit to help keep myself calm. But my stomach was in knots, and I kept tugging on my hair. I just … I wanted to make sure they were okay.
As annoyed with them as I was, I
