Amelia kept looking at her watch. She had been patiently waiting for him to call, but, so far, it had been half an hour before he called again. "What do we do now, Evan?" She answered on the first ring, anxiously anticipating their next move.
She looked at her sleeping friend before looking at the driver, who looked at her questioningly, probably wondering what the plan was. How could she tell him when she also had no idea?
"I am working on it," Evan responded with slight irritation. "I need you to be patient." As he added, calmer this time.
Then, he was silent for a few seconds as if he was thinking, but she could hear the background of the hospital. She also noticed someone else with him, but it was too far. It was not clear.
But could he blame her for wondering if he would ever call after what he did earlier? She knew he was only helping her because his grandmother forced his hand. But she was taking advantage of it.
