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Raelynn
“Clint, it’s me. Please pick up, okay? I’m worried about you.”
“Clint, you don’t even have to call. Just text. That’s it.”
“Clint, do we need to come looking for you?”
I went to dial his number again, but Michael took the phone from me.
“Hey! Give me that back.”
He tucked my phone in his pocket. “No can do, Rae. You’ve called him enough.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, and he hasn’t picked up. He’s been gone for over two hours. Where is he?”
Allison sighed. “Just give him some space. He probably left because he needed space.”
I pointed with my hand to Michael. “He can’t even tell us why Clint left! For all we know, he’s headed home and got into a car accident. Or is being chased down. Or is in a great deal of trouble. We have to know where he is, okay? All he has to do is call me back.”
I reached for Michael’s pocket, but he stepped away from me.
“While I get that’s a legitimate concern with you, he’s fine.”
I snickered. “Sorry if I don’t take your damn advice.”
Michael sighed. “He’s already messaged me, Rae.”
I paused. “Say what now?”
He rolled his eyes. “Clint messaged me a few minutes ago. He’s fine. He’s just taking a walk.”
Allison butted in. “Show us.”
I threw my hands in the air. “Thank you! Someone who doesn’t make me feel crazy for being worried.”
Michael pulled out his phone. “I don’t think you’re being crazy. I just think you’re going overboard. Here. Look.”
He held up his phone and I saw Clint’s name. Clint’s number. And the text message from Clint. Sure enough, he had messaged Michael to let him know he was all right. But he hadn’t returned any of my texts or phone calls.
Which broke my heart a little more.
“Happy?” he asked.
I held out my hand. “I want my phone back, please.”
Michael shook his head. “No.”
I wiggled my fingers. “Give me my phone.”
Allison sighed. “Just give her the phone and stop making things worse.”
Michael rolled his eyes, but listened. He slapped my phone back into the palm of my hand and it took all the energy I had to slip it into my pocket. I wanted to keep calling Clint until he picked up. Just to hear his voice. Even if he was angry with me for calling a bajillion times, at least I’d hear his damn voice.
At least he messaged someone.
“Did he seem angry when he left?” I asked.
