To Text A Reply
Jay paced the room, staring at his phone. Willing it to light up with a response. Something, anything. The suspense was too much.
"What's up with you?" Matt cautiously asked when he entered, spotting his friend. "You've been in here an hour."
"I'm waiting." He made a frustrated growl. "I've been waiting all day for Abby to reply!"
"Reply to what?"
"I had to break my weekend with Chloe to handle this mess and now she's shutting me out! I asked her if maybe I could swing by later. I texted her like a dozen times and she hasn't texted or called me back!" They'd rushed to New York to try and convince the UN to intervene in a rapidly devolving humanitarian situation.
"Calm down, maybe they're just busy."
"She'd texted me this morning. I texted back that we'd talk later. I replied and she…nothing…" Suddenly his phone lit up as it rang. Jay fumbled to connect the call. "Abby? Abby, I've been trying to reach you!"
"Sir." A voice that wasn't Abby's spoke. "Are you the father of Chloe Whitman?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's me! Who's this?"
"My name's Sandra Littlefield. I'm a nurse at Children's National Hospital."
"What?" He whirled around, staring frantically at Matt.
"Chloe was admitted this morning, I'm sorry it's taken so long to get in touch with you."
"What happened to Chloe?"