It was then
Imogen Howe
knew she had fucked up. She powered on her phone, she was upstairs and her parents were just leaving the driveway. The messages from Keith had gotten worse and worse. Sloppier and darker, and now he wouldn't answer.
She called four times.
It was 1 pm. Her parents wanted to stay for lunch to fuel up before hitting the road. When it was her and Keith she'd want to leave at the crack of dawn.
"I just get so tired after eating."
"Well you had breakfast."
"No I but also coffee so it balances out."
She checked her phone again. Turned off and on wifi, maybe the connection is bad.
She looked at his location. It was near the lab, so maybe he was at work.
She tried to call again, this time straight to voicemail maybe his phone is off, but he never forgets to charge it.
"You need anything from the store?" Alan called up.
"No."
Then a long pause.
"Ah maybe some bread, I think my parents uh had the last of it." She replied.
"Okay, I'll get bread then."
"Okay." Imogen said. She was looking down at the phone hoping something would happen.
