Michael

I looked at the clock again, knowing it wasn’t going to say anything different. Simone was over an hour late. She hadn’t called, hadn’t texted. In fact, I hadn’t heard from her since she landed. I tried not to let my imagination get away from me; she was probably just in a dead zone or something where her phone wasn’t working. Or, maybe she had jet lag and had taken a nap and overslept.

I decided to call Nick. Maybe she was still with him. ...