Don’t Play This Game: Event 11: Missed Call
It had been a long, brutal shift.
The kind where the printer jams halfway through a 500-page booklet order and customers treat you like you personally decided to ruin their lives.
When I finally checked my phone, there were seven missed calls.
All from Scott.
The sight of it made my stomach knot.
Scott doesn’t call for no reason.
We text. We meme. We send voice notes complaining about work.
Seven calls meant something.
Something bad.
I called him back immediately.
It rang. And rang.
And went to voicemail.
I tried again.
Same.
Trying not to let panic creep in, I rang Kathrine—his fiancée.
Just casual, pretending it wasn’t urgent:
“Hey, just checking in, Scott called a few times, everything okay?“
She answered, sounding a little frazzled. Said she hadn’t seen him all day either. Figured he was busy. Promised to pass on the message if she heard from him.
Scott lives two hours away.
Not close enough to pop round casually.
Not far enough that he wouldn’t reach out if something was wrong.
I told myself he was just busy.
That he’d call me soon.
It’s been a week.
I’m still telling myself that.
There’s a cold weight in my chest that won’t go away.
It feels like I’m waiting for a phone call that’s already been missed.
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