Even though he can’t see me, I nod. I end the call and send him my live location. Seconds later, my phone rings.
“Did you get it?” I ask.
“Yes, but you didn’t have to hang up. Stay on the line with me.” I hear his car start, then Jordan says, “Jesus, Kelcie. What are you doing near Rockford?”
“I’m on my way to you.”
“What happened?”
I shake my head, and squeezing my eyes shut, I begin to cry again.
Jordan’s tone is gentle, even though it’s filled with worry. “I’m on my way. Shh ... I’m coming.”
“Okay,” I whimper.
“Talk to me, Kelcie.”
I try to form the words, but I can’t.
“Did something happen between you and Levi?” he asks.
“Uh-huh.”
“Is it bad?”
“Yeah,” I sigh as exhaustion hits.
We’re quiet for a long while, and I manage to calm down eventually. I dig tissues out of my bag and blow my nose.
“I’m ten minutes away,” Jordan informs me.
God, I have no sense of time anymore.
I clear my throat before replying, “Okay.”
“I’m going to go so I can call a tow truck to collect your car.”
“Thank you.”
“Just sit tight.”
We hang up, and I plug in my phone charger so the battery doesn’t die.
A police car slows down as it passes me, and the officer pulls over in front of me.
I let my window down and dig my driver’s license and papers out so I have them ready.
“Are you okay?” the officer asks when he reaches my door.
“Yes. My car lost traction.”
“Have you called a tow truck service?”
“Yes, and my brother is on his way. He’ll be here any minute.”
His sharp gaze flits over my face. “Do you have any injuries?”
“No, I’m just having a really bad day.”
