Calista
“Calista, where are you?” Ruth’s voice was panicked. “Calista!”
“I stepped out for a bit, I am near my pack house,” I answered quickly. I might have clouded judgment in the moment but I can’t let Ruth know that. I respect a lot to let her in this jaded part of me. “I am home already.” I rushed to the side of the street, a bit into the woods to avoid another car passing by.
“O-okay! Go to bed now, take care.” Ruth’s voice was ominous but she didn’t dwell further on it, at least not on the phone.
“Good night, Ruth.”
I stood in the stranded street for a while, pondering everything. I stood there, feeling the weight of Ruth's words settle into my chest. The air was still and quiet, the night holding its breath. Shaking my head, I decided to continue my run. I needed to clear my mi
