Come on... please, pick up...!
Jane nervously bit her thumbnail, her feet tapping a quick, anxious rhythm against the floor of the taxi.
The sound was sharp and constant, so loud that the driver kept glancing up at her through the rearview mirror, clearly annoyed. But she barely noticed him. Her entire focus was on the phone in her hand, her mind consumed by the endless dial tone on the other end.
Felicity said she'd go straight to the filming studio, so she might not pick up until tomorrow... But... Charles has been ignoring both my messages and calls since yesterday... Is it because of what happened too?
Jane's heart refused to accept that possibility.