Page 74 of Not This Place
No answer.
She tried again.
Still nothing.
“Dammit!” she cursed, flinging her phone against her windshield.
It struck and
bounced back into the passenger seat. She pulled over, her heart pounding in her chest. She hunched over the steering wheel, her mind running a marathon. The allegations made by Joseph brought forth a barrage of emotions she couldn't decipher.
She knew deep down that she should dismiss Joseph's words as merely an attempt to destabilize her, but she found herself unable to shake off the uncanny feeling they provoked.
She picked up the phone again, staring at it for a few seconds before dialing Aunt Sarah's number once more.
No answer.
Rachel tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, frustration seeping into her veins. Her hands clenched around the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. Her eyes hardened as she restarted her car and made a U-turn.
If Aunt Sarah wouldn't answer her calls, then Rachel would pay her a personal visit.
She drove through the quiet Texas night, her headlights slicing through the darkness and illuminating the long stretch of empty road that lay ahead. The wind whistled past her car as she sped down the highway.
