I’d barely gotten back into the city limits when my phone started to vibrate. And vibrate. And vibrate. I finally pulled over onto the shoulder of the road and pulled it out. It was Noah, which I suppose I could have put together from the multiple calls. It could only be him or Charles that would keep calling.

“Yes?”

“The next time I send you a text or call you, especially if it’s three times in a row, and you don’t answer me promptly there will be consequences, ...