Tracking Her Down

Kendal

"Where are you, baby?" I pulled my phone from my ear and walked toward a cab in the airport in New York. The flight had been excellent, the first class ticket probably the reason behind that.

Dana still wasn't answering her phone, which was typical of her. It was something we would have to talk about. Her being upset in the future and needing space was going to be a regular occurrence from what I could tell, but I needed to be able to reach her.

I had to know that she was safe. That she was okay. That she still loved me.

Getting in the cab, I did the only thing I knew to do. Probably not the smartest thing in the world, but I called Ana.

"Where to?" The cabbie barked at me.

"Central Park." I pressed the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Ana. It's Kendal. I need to see if you can help me find Dana. I pissed her off yesterday because I'm an idiot and she ran to New York. Please tell me you have some way of finding her." I sucked in a quick breath.

"Yeah. I can track her phone. My mom se