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Quincy: Other than being undercover in a hell hole, I’m fine.
Quinn: Just got done with work. Why?
I answered instantly.
Me: I just have a really bad feeling.
Mom: Dad and I are fine. Nothing wrong here.
That feeling grew the rest of the day.
Not even the text exchange between Keene and I helped. The feeling stayed with me so long that I had to reach out to Addison.
She didn’t answer, and that feeling grew.
It grew and it grew and it grew until I did something she might very well hate me for tomorrow.
I called her commander.
It wasn’t like we didn’t know him, though.
Funny enough, the commander used to be one of Quaid’s best buddies when he was active.
Tobin McGraw was a great guy. He was married now with a kid, but at one point in time, when Quaid had brought him home during Christmas break, we’d started low key dating. After about a year of that, it was decided that the two of us weren’t really cut out for each other, but we’d remained friends anyway.
It was just funny that he ended up being Addie’s commander after that.
Tobin picked up on the second ring. “Now’s not a good time, Ande.”
I felt that in my gut.
“I know,” I pleaded. “I realize that your wife will flip her switch, but something’s wrong with Addison.”
There was a long pause, and then a feminine screech that had Tobin sighing long and loud.
“What’s wrong with her?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I have this really bad feeling, though. She’s not answering her phone. And she never does that to me. You know she always answers.”
Addison and I were best friends. It was kind of hard not to be when you were twins like us.
When she’d moved away and had been unable to contact me for six weeks because of bootcamp, I’d never been more depressed in my life.
She’d been much the same way, and we’d found that we couldn’t go too long without talking or we’d get really down.
“I know that you’re not seriously talking to her right now!” Tobin’s wife, Crissa, growled.
Crissa came along about six months after we’d parted ways. She hated my guts because I was the last woman to have him, and she went out of her way to make Tobin miserable if he even considered thinking about me, let alone talking to me.
Which was hilarious because he and Quaid were still really great friends.
Being the better person, I tried very, very hard not to have any contact with him whatsoever.
But the one thing that Tobin hadn’t done was block my number, much to his wife’s chagrin.
“Something’s wrong, Crissa,” Tobin snarled. “Shut up for a minute.”
“I’ll call you right back, Ande. I’ll send someone over to check on her now,” he promised.
