What Leaves Us Broken [4]

(Malory)

Where is she?

Where is she?

Where is she?

I’m pacing like a madwoman in a small area of the airport, freezing my ass off as I wait.

It’s been an hour –no, an hour and a half.

My message tone rings.

Olive: So?

Me: she’s still not here

Olive: I wonder what’s taking so long

maybe the flight got delayed?

Me: That’s the only reason I can think of. I’m getting so tired of waiting

Olive: I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you company

Me: Eh, whatever. I knew your mom was going to say no. She’ll never let you travel this far for something like this

and with ME. Best friend or not.

Olive: how much longer are you planning to wait?

Me: honestly I don’t even know

Olive: Don’t stress out about it. Maybe just wait for a half hour more, and then leave if there’s nothing new by then.

Then, my phone rings.

“MOM!” I say, rather loudly. “What’s going on? Where are you?”

“Malory...” she says, lowly.

Oh no...

“W...what happened?” I ask.