Jessica hadn’t texted me and it was nearly five in the afternoon.

I sat in my room, drumming my fingertips against my thigh as I dodged my need to get ready for work.

My shift started at six, which would relieve Jacob from his shift. Pulling out my phone, I texted her.

Are you still at work? Do you need a ride home?

I waited around, biting my bottom lip and finally getting up to get dressed. When she didn’t text me back after I was ready for work, I decided to ...