"Sorry, the number you've dialed is–"
"Sorry, the number you've dia–"
"Zeya, calm down! Her phone must've broken because of the rain!" Zeya's mom shouted, her own heart filled with dread, eyes wide with concern.
"Sorry–"
Zeya paced the room, her fingers shaking as she dialed Amaya's number repeatedly, the sound of the rain outside mirroring her anxiety.
"Zey–"
"Mom, please!" Zeya cried, her lips quivering, desperation flooding her voice. "Just stop it!"
*Ringing*
Zeya's heart raced when she saw Seth's name flash on her screen. She hurriedly picked it up, breath hitching. "Uh, sorry Zeya, I was in practice. Did something happen?" Seth's voice was laced with concern, his brow furrowed deeply after repeated calls of Zeya in his phone.
Zeya's voice tumbled out in a rush, urgency coloring her words. "Is Ama with you?" Confusion crossed Seth's face, his eyes widening. "What? What do you mean, 'is she with you?' You two left together, is she not with you?"
