68 The truth.

Ford. 

Its been a couple of hours. 

I have been waiting for him in front of the apartment building, hopeful that he would arrive any moment. 

I tried calling him again, his number is off now. 

Fucking hell, I am panicking. Worried out of my mind that something has happened to him. that is how my head works. I think the fucking worst all the time. 

''You can't keep sitting outside like this,'' Jack walks over to me and sits down on the cold concrete ground next to me.

I look at him ''He is pissed,'' it is not a question. 

It is an assumption. 

What other reason would he be acting out like this. he has never gone radio silent on me. I get that he is upset, I know how Lisa can be, but he should've talked to me first.

''I don't think he is. He didn't seem pissed to me. He probably just needs some space.''

I sigh ''Why won't he just call me back and tell me that?''