After Ian got back to his bed, he called Shelby again. It rang almost to the end before her sweet voice came through.
"I'm sorry, who is this?"
'Who is this? Doesn't she know my phone number?'
He thought to himself, but her voice that filtered through the phone did wonders to calm his turbulent heart. Ian, who had been so vocal a moment before, opened his mouth several times and closed it again without knowing what to say.
He closed his eyes and finally mustered up the courage, but it was too late.
"Maybe it's a wrong number? How weird that they will call so many times…."
The line disconnected then, to Ian's bafflement.
"She hung up?"
In the car, Shelby put the phone back in her purse. She was still very touched by the concern the three in the car had for her. She looked at Suzie in the front seat, who had her cheeks still filled with food, and shook her head.
