Elena

Last night, Tyson didn’t drive me back home. He said he had an urgent call and he needed to leave early.

 He stopped an Uber to take me back home, and when I did he didn’t contact me to confirm if I was home already. I held my phone tightly hoping to have a message from him or a call last night. I didn’t until I dozed off.

I drove in my car, I’m in the parking lot of Ivy Prose high school, watching my phone patiently to beep. 

I feel sick of waiting ...