Trying to reach Emmett
Feeling restless at my desk, I grabbed my phone and decided to call Emmett. Maybe he’d know something about the weird text message.
But my attempts were met with his voicemail every time. “Hi, this is Emmett. Leave a message,” the automated voice said, and I found myself more frustrated with each call.
It was odd. Emmett was usually quick to respond. A new wave of worry washed over me.