I check my watch and then my phone. It’s been over an hour and I still haven’t heard if Mills made it home safely or not.
Call me paranoid, but given everything I’ve seen and been through in my life, I worry if someone I care about doesn’t check in.
I try not to be that person. She’s an adult. I shouldn’t call her after she told me she would, but she is sick, and I worry.
I swipe across the bottom screen of my cell to unlock it, then tap her name in my contacts.
Straight to voicemail.
I try again but get the same result.
Thirty more minutes. Thirty more and then I’m going to check on her.