Chapter 55 Speed Limits
SPEED LIMITS
GREY
Hi, this is Molly, I can't get to my phone right now--
I end the call, hissing a swear.
By my estimation, she should be home, or close to it. But she'd answer if she was in the car. She has to be home. Maybe she's asleep. Busy doing something. In the shower. The bath. Something. There's a reason. She's fine.
My guts twist in protest.
Stop it. You're not fucking psychic--you're overreacting. Give her time. If you haven't heard from her in an hour, then you can worry.
The thought doesn't comfort me.
But my heavy foot on the gas does.
I've gone down the phone tree already in my mind.
Cass and Wilder are a couple of towns over with Cricket at her grandparents'.
Remy and Jessa are in Sevierville for Remy's Mountaineer's game.
Tate is stuck at the fire station, having picked up a shift, though he said they could drive by at least. There's no one else I can ask to check on her who wouldn't think I looked like a stalker.
So she's not answering her phone. Even in an hour, I can't justify it to just anyone.
So I try and shake it off. Tell myself she's fine again.
And drive like a bat out of hell to get to her, praying my gut is wrong.