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.

you?" Conrad got

made my

me, then asked Ernest, "On a plane?

home!" Those two words

phone from

Is something wrong? You're not just saying you're going back home to fool me, are you? Where are you really?" I couldn't believe he wouldn't come

not lying to

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

and I thought Ernest was searching for an excuse. But then he said, "Yes, I'm a liar, but I'm not lying about this. If you don't believe me, I'll send you

phone chimed with a message. It was indeed from Ernest, a picture of him on the plane and another of his ticket. Seeing his

even come to see

several shades paler, and Dustin and Conrad were at a loss for

"Ernest's a

Conrad from dialing Ernest's number.

"Felicia..." Conrad started.

typed a message to Ernest:

No reply came.

I sent

wrong, I can understand why you

you