Becca.
Too much time had passed since Neal had been gone, and as the sun slowly crossed over in the sky, I became more and more worried about what was going on. I tried a few times on the satellite phone to get hold of him, and yet, there was nothing. Nothing, but ringing and my constant aggravation over the entire situation.
“Nothing yet?” Layla had asked me this at least a dozen times, and as I turned to her shaking my head with a sigh, I saw the disappointment in her eyes.
“I’m sure everything is fine,” I muttered quickly, pushing a smile on my face. “They just got wrapped up in things. Had there been an issue, the men outside would have come to say something.”
No matter how often I tried to reassure her, I could tell she didn’t believe me. She had already cried more than once today, and I felt terrible for it, but at the same time, there was nothing I could do.
I was just as much in the dark as she was.
