I’m sitting on Matt’s couch and the minutes between Austin’s call and his arrival seem to last a lifetime. Is he angry with me?
Did he get scared when he found I wasn’t home? Is he imagining all sorts of crazy things about my night here?
Matt gets me a coffee, trying not to show his annoyance but I can tell that he’s tense. He keeps walking around in circles, without saying a word.
DING DONG!
The doorbell rings just as I take a sip of coffee. I look at Matt and he says, “Stay here, I’ll get it.”
I close my eyes and pray that Austin’s in not too bad a mod. I hear the key turn in the lock and the door open. “Hello, Mr. William, I…” Matt doesn’t have time to finish his sentence that I hear an awful racket.
“Where is she?” Austin barges into Matt’s living room like a m
