Broken dreams
Drew POV
The phone rang over and over. This only told me that her phone was on, but she wasn't answering. My stomach sank—I should have answered when she called.
I dial again, tossing my bag into the truck, hoping (maybe even praying) that she would answer. That she left her phone in the other room—anything to justify why she wasn't answering. I knew it was crazy to rush home, but my gut told me something was wrong. She never called; it had to be something big. I looked at the tracking app on my phone; it showed her phone somewhere in the house. At least I knew she was home.
Even when I went back to work after the miscarriage and she was having issues coping—she never called.
Something's wrong, and I need to get to her now!
