Tick tock tick tock. Two hours gone. Two hours stuck. Two hours debating… call or die in peace without ever having told the truth.
The phone was a million pounds in my hand, a quivering thumb hovering. Teetering over the edge of sanity.
Tick tock tick tock. Two hours without food or water or people- seems like nothing until it’s everything, doesn’t it?
The temperature had dropped thirty degrees in those two hours. I watched the battery on my phone go down slowly. Something in me was starting to break down. Was this my last chance to tell the truth and, even so, was it even the right thing to do? Was it, wasn’t it?
My thumb flattened against the screen. “Hey, Angel, what’s going on? I heard there was something going on at your office.”
“I’m not at the office.” My voice was quiet and cracked like old glass. It was that gravelly, choked-up nonsense that always seems melodramatic unless someone’s dying. Was I?
Tick tock tick tock. “Where are you, Angel?” my sister asked. She was still not worried, but then again she never was. Miracolina’s three toddlers were making all kinds of weird noises in the background and my heart felt a pinch like…
