My breathing nearly stopped. 3 days! I asked them to tell her to turn on her mobile.After an hour, I called her. The phone started ringing, I was much...relaxed. She picked the phone.Me: hello honey.Krithika: (silence)Me: ah (in very low voice) I’m Sorreeeeeeee.Krithika: (silence)Me: I am really sorry dear. I was not feeling well from 2 days and my phone too was dead. Please don’t make me sad dear.Krithika: (in a dull voice) you could have at least sent me a message San! You know how upset I. That just meant that later there would be less of them to kill."Listen you pompous piece of shit! You set the other team on us! I am two people down, you son of a bitch! Then there's the fact that Roger doesn't know that his sister-." Evelyn was shouting into the cell when the General cut her off."Shut the fuck up you useless bitch! Of course, he doesn't know, I made sure of that! She had better have no idea, that he is alive either. I'm warning you, not a fucking word from your whoring lips.". I'm so miserable. I've lost my best friend that I only had for two days. And the worst part is, I can't stop twisting my nipples!Tuesday, February 3rd, 19872:20 pmTim and I met for breakfast as if nothing had happened. But by the time we had reached the restaurant, I was crying into his shoulder. We had taken his car, and he held me for a long time after I finished crying. I'm not sure if he puts on some kind of cologne or if it's the clothes detergent, the soap he uses, or what. Even after. Eventually, I got into the truck stop, parked, and scouted for his truck as he described it. Sure enough it was there, and I took a deep breath before walking over to it, telling him I'm here as I get there. As I got closer I see him get out. And damn wasn't he all man. No less than 6'1 and 225 lbs, all muscle. He saw me and smiled as I approached him. "Well aren't you just a pretty little one. I'm not into a lot of chit chat so let's get after it. Go hop in the passenger side." Without a word.