Caitlyn deliberated whether to go into the police station and file a stalking report, or should drive home.
"Oh no, fuck!" She screamed suddenly and backed away from the building. She sped into the street. She was using a shaky palm to drive and was also searching for her phone in her bag with the other hand.
"Where the fuck did I put this shit?" She whispered, and her hand touched the phone. That didn't relieve her anxiety. She dialed her daughter's phone number, but her phone was switched off.
"Sheila, please, pick the call," Caitlyn muttered. She tried calling the phone five more times, but it was still the same result. The phone was switched off. She dialed the home phone and nobody picked it up either. Caitlyn cleaned the tears in her eyes as numerous thoughts and emotions washed through her.
