“Where were you?” I shouted at Marti, my face turning red with relief. Uncle Gerry swept her up in a tight daddy-hug.
Marti looked bewildered. “I was at the store! Didn’t you get my note?” She said to me over Uncle Gerry’s shoulder. She looked at us like we were crazy. “I left it right by the coffee pot.”
All of a sudden I couldn’t explain why I had been so nervous. It had just been a feeling.
“You left your phone here, and it just didn’t seem right. We were a little worried, that’s all dear.” Uncle Gerry said softly. Marti looked stricken when she saw tears in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to worry you.” She looked close to tears, herself. Uncle Gerry smiled reassuringly, kissed Marti’s forehead and left the room.
As soon as he was gone, Marti turned to me. “What was that all about?”
“We just....,” I groped for words. I couldn’t fathom our sudden panic anymore either. What was so weird about a girl running to the store for milk and bread and forgetting to take her cell phone?
Everything. A tiny voice whispered in the back of my head. Marti never got up early, she never knew what was in the refrigerator, she never left her phone more than two feet away…. it just didn’t add up.
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