Ryan watched the news with a kind of shocked acceptance. His baby girl had gone to bed hours ago and Jeannie had physically taken the phone from his hand after his third hour of trying to get through to Chrissy and Caiti. He was in the middle of making plans to fly out to California, thinking that if he left as soon as the flights were ungrounded he could be there by early afternoon, assuming there wasn't another attack
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She doesn't answer immediately, knowing her chance to hang up the phone long passed. It's not that she doesn't want to talk to him, hearing his voice she knows she does even if she doesn't want to tell him and doesn't even know where to begin.
And there it was, the question she didn't want to answer.
Forcing a sigh out just so she could breathe, her throat felt tight and that simple act seemed impossible. "Um, no. She's not," her voice falters on that word. "I, uh, was at work and, uh, Caiti stayed behind. At the apartment. I don't know where she is."
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"Yeah, it's me. Sorry, for calling so late."
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Forcing a sigh out just so she could breathe, her throat felt tight and that simple act seemed impossible. "Um, no. She's not," her voice falters on that word. "I, uh, was at work and, uh, Caiti stayed behind. At the apartment. I don't know where she is."
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