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 straight to the

made my heart skip

me, then asked Ernest, "On a plane? Where are you

home!" Those two words

from his hand, "Is something

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 you? Where are you really?" I

I'm not lying to you,"

him, my disbelief clear in my response.

was a moment of silence on the line, and I thought Ernest was searching for an excuse. But then he

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

he hadn't even come

shades paler, and Dustin and Conrad were at a loss for words, simply

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

stopped Conrad from dialing

"Felicia..." Conrad started.

typed a message to Ernest: [Is

No reply came.

unresolved, I sent

can understand why

you