I slammed on my brakes and pulled the car over.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” I screamed with confused excitement. My heart was pounding just like it did when he was sitting beside me. Did he mean to call me? Should I call him back?
I looked at the notifications, he had called several hours earlier when I was in the thick of avoiding eye contact with Kendra and Thomas. Is it too late to call him back? I took a screenshot of the “missed call” notification and texted it to Marcia. “What should I do!?!” I texted her.
I drove home, half-thrilled with excitement and half-paralyzed with anxiety. It had been nearly two months now. Why would he be calling me after all this time?
Marcia called me as I unlocked my front door.
“Did you see my text?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Sì! Questa è una notizia meravigliosa! (Yes! What great news!)” her voice sang on the other end.
“Is it though? Why would he be calling me after all this time?”
“Did you call him back?”