The sound of tapping fingers echoed in the otherwise quiet room. Sarah turned to take a quick glace at the clock, 3:19 p.m.; he should have been home hours ago. Sarah's husband Angelo had called her when he got off work four hours ago. She turned to every car sound that whizzes past the window, only to turn back with a drooped head and a little less hope. Sarah's intense fidgeting was beginning to bother her. She raised to her feet and meandered around the room as she dialed his phone number once more.
"I'm sorry I can't get to my phone right now...." Angelo's automation recited.
" What could have happened.."she thought in her now trance-like state. Her eyes glued to the windows.Sarah felt the clamminess in her hands as they pushed together, rolling her individual fingers, she could not sit still.
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