Reaching out, I flipped it over and winced. Three missed calls. Five text messages. Unlocking it, I looked at Marek’s messages. I wrinkled my nose.

Marek: Good morning.

Ten minutes later.

Marek: Ria?

Another ten.

Marek: I’m going to tape the phone to your hand when I get back.

Marek: Ria seriously...

I pursed my lips and opted to call him back rather than text.

“I swear, Ria, I gave you a simple instruction. You were to always keep your phone on you.”

Sighing, I laid my head down ...