[Samara]
It was getting late, and I shifted slightly in my seat. Heather and I were sitting on the couch in the living room, watching some movie that I simply wasn’t paying attention to. I was stressed out about what was going to happen as it got darker outside. Wesley had gotten a temp job at the restaurant, so he was working, and I had no idea where Dylan was. I shifted once again but this time, Heather shot me a look.
“Ants in your pants or what?” she asked.
“Just…anxious,” I admitted.
“About what?”
“I don’t even know,” I lied. She sighed but instead of watching the movie, she switched off the TV.
“Are you worried that Dylan isn’t going to come home?” I frowned, but then I nodded. It was the perfect excuse. “You shouldn’t worry about that, Sam. He isn’t going anywhere,”
“Yeah, bu
