Breaking and Entering

Lanie

Andrew texted me at a quarter to midnight, asking me to meet him at his place at two. I considered texting him back and saying no. I had an early morning tomorrow for a teacher meeting that was mandatory, and my head wasn’t in a good place right now. I was still mad at him, and part of me thought it might be a good idea to let the anger fade to a dull ache before I talked to him, rather than try to sort through it when the fire was still burning and there was a chance of me losing my cool.

But I found myself pulling up his driveway in the middle of the morning anyway. I was in love.

I parked my car and got out, shrugging into a cardigan as I walked to his front door. I knocked and waited. No one answered. I sighed and pulled my phone out and called him. No answer. So I called again.

Still no answer.

A little pit of anxiety formed in my stomach. Had something happened? It wasn’t like him to just not answer like this, especially if he knew I was coming over. His car was in the dri