I press on Kane’s name in my contacts and bring the phone to my ear. It rings three times.
“Hey.”
“Have you heard from Misty yet?” I ask.
I’m met with silence. Then Kane says, “I haven’t. I’d say she’s sleeping it off.”
She would not be sleepingallday.
“Okay, thanks. Bye.”
When I get into the limousine, Knox asks, “What’s wrong?”
“I feel like crap that I left Misty home alone when she’s been so sick lately.”
He puts his hand over mine, his thumb rubbing soothing motions on my hand. “Did you end up finding out what’s wrong with her?”
“I’m hoping she went to the doctor today. It’s unlike her not to reply.”
“Try not to stress. The doctor probably gave her some strong meds and she’s sleeping.”
My foot is tapping the floor when the limousine turns and parks in my driveway.
I lean over and peck Knox on the lips. “I’ve got to go,” I blurt out and shuffle over, opening the door. When my feet land on the ground, I turn to him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He gives me a small wave.
When I get inside, I throw my bag on the floor, kick off my shoes, and dash through the living room and up the stairs. When I make it to Misty’s bedroom door, my breathing is heavy.
Knock,knock,knock.
No answer.
I’m stuck, unsure of what to do.Should I knock again, or is she asleep?I don’t want to wake her, but selfishly, I want to know how she’s feeling.
My shoulders fall. I should let her sleep longer, but after two hours, I’m checking on her. I drag my feet to my bedroom and put on the TV, hastily flicking through the channels. Time drags on... every fifteen minutes feels like one hour. By the time two hours have passed, I stand.That’s it!
When I reach her door, I bang louder this time. “Time to get up!” I grasp the handle. “You have slept for way too long!” I announce.
I feel silly when she’s not in her bed. Strange.
As I scan her bedroom, I can’t see her bag or phone.She might have left to go to the doctor, I think to myself. But she’s been gone for hours now, and she hasn’t replied to my texts or my phone call.
I huff. She will hear it from me when I find her. I walk out and search every room before I take my phone out of my jeans and call Kane.
He answers, though there’s a lot of background noise.
“Is Misty with you?” I ask him.
“Nope! She sent me a message about coming to see me, but I checked with Mom and she never did. I messaged Misty back, but she never replied. Me and Knox are out for dinner with Dad.”
“Well, she’s not at home,” I reply.
“Is her car there?” Kane asks.
I didn’t look, but I presumed it would be in the garage. I move to the stairs, and when I get to the bottom step, I lean toward the wall and flip the light switch.
“No,” I reply. “Her car’s gone.”
