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Wait – the phone call– Tina?
True, they had talked to each other several times today. Chatting about the campaign with some quick observations and comments. Tina had asked a few questions on Bette’s policy stance on a particular topic just to make sure she had the right answers for voters. They’d said some silly little things too, laughing and teasing one another. As often these last few days, Tina was trying to relieve some of Bette’s stress with some lighthearted teasing. She wanted to put a smile on that beautiful face she loved so much. And many, many ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I miss you’s’ were exchanged.
But later this afternoon when Bette had a quick break, the last call to Tina had gone unanswered. Tina hadn’t picked up and the call went directly to voicemail. Bette had left a short message, but Tina hadn’t returned her call.
Hadn’t called her back.
Bette hadn’t thought much of it at the time. A bit disappointed for sure, but she just thought Tina must have been busy. Must have not had an opportunity to call back.
Fuck. It had been a few hours since she had actually spoken with her once again partner.
Where the hell was she?
But more importantly, why hadn’t Tina called her back?
Had something. . .
Oh no, no.
Dani’s words echoing in her mind – she was sorry – kill someone – someone was dead.
Don’t think that Bette told herself. God no.
She looked at her team again and saw the clear dread on their faces. Her head started to spin. The blood rushing from her temples. Her face suddenly paled to a sheer white color. Her legs felt like water, not able to support the weight of her body. She reached for her desk chair and was barely able to collapse into it before her legs buckled underneath her.
Now her head was pounding in sync with her heart. A searing white rod of pain shooting through both, heightening every second. Every nerve in her body on fire. Her ears were ringing from the pressure in her head. Her mouth was dry and tasteless. Her hands were shaking. Her eyes were blurry from the tears that were starting to pool in them.