Still Not Home.
I felt helpless. Completely and utterly helpless.
Sitting on the couch, gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles stretched. I stared at the screen, willing it to light up, to show me something, I could be anything, I just needed to be eassured
But the silence was deafening.
No missed calls. No new messages. Nothing.
A lump formed in my throat, and my thoughts spiraled into darkness. What if something had happened to him? What if he got into an accident? What if someone had…
No. I shook my head violently, trying to push those thoughts away.
"Stop it, Diana," I muttered, pressing a trembling hand against my chest. "You're overthinking. He’s fine. He has to be fine."
But the way my heart pounded, it was different. It felt heavy and erratic. The last time I felt this w
