The fourth time my mother called, I sighed and apologized to the attractive man who'd taken the next seat.
"Better take it," I said. He just smiled charmingly and nodded, turning in his seat to provide what little privacy he could.
"Something's happened with your sister," she said frantically. "It's been hours. I can't get ahold of her."
"Okay," I said. I'll call her."
It took a moment for the realization to sink in. I was hearing her ringtone. It was coming from the pocket of the man sitting next to me. He smiled again but it wasn't charming anymore.
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Adam Diehl
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