No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Felicia!" Conrad caught my arm in a tight grip.

I glanced at the bandage wrapped around his head and then shifted my gaze to Dustin, who had walked in with him. "I think something might have happened to Ernest."

Dustin frowned, clearly skeptical. "What do you mean, something happened? How can you tell?"

I couldn't really; it was just a gut feeling.

"I called him, and he seemed distracted, said he'd call me back later, but he hasn't yet," I explained.

"And you didn't try calling him again?" Conrad chimed in.

I hadn't, actually.

Ernest said he'd call back, so I just waited, never bothering to dial his number again.

"I'll call him," Conrad declared, pulling out his phone and dialing Ernest's number.

It took a while for the call to be answered. "Mr. Wagner."

Since Conrad was making the call right in front of me, I could hear everything clearly.

are you?" Conrad got straight to

a plane," Ernest's response made my

then asked Ernest, "On a

home!" Those two words clenched

from his hand, "Is

just saying you're going back home to fool me, are you? Where are you really?" I couldn't believe he wouldn't

not lying to you,"

focus on was him, my disbelief clear in my response. "I

was searching for an excuse. But then he said, "Yes, I'm a liar, but I'm

chimed with a message. It was indeed from Ernest, a picture of him on the plane and another of his ticket. Seeing his travel details, I was convinced he was

hadn't even come to see

and Conrad

a jerk. I'll call

dialing Ernest's number. "No

"Felicia..." Conrad started.

ignored him and typed a message to Ernest:

No reply came.

unresolved, I sent

something's wrong, I can understand

you