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.

Conrad got

Ernest's response made my

then asked Ernest, "On a plane?

two words clenched my

from

answer, and my hand holding the phone was shaking slightly. "Ernest, talk to me. Is something wrong? You're not just saying you're going back home to fool me, are

I'm not lying to

my disbelief clear in my response. "I don't buy it. You've lied

excuse. But then he said, "Yes, I'm a liar, but I'm not lying about this. If you don't believe me,

with a message. It was indeed from Ernest, a picture of him on the plane and another

he hadn't even come to see

turned several shades paler, and Dustin and Conrad were at

up, "Ernest's a jerk. I'll

from dialing Ernest's number.

"Felicia..." Conrad started.

message

No reply came.

unresolved, I sent

can

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