As soon as I got home, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I downed a glass of hot water, trying to calm myself, just as James stormed in, slamming the door. "How could you come back without telling me? I circled that alley a dozen times, scared out of my mind that something had happened to you! I almost called the cops! Do you think this is some kind of game?"
I froze, gripping the glass tightly, my expression going cold. If James had been looking for me, he would've seen that the barbecue stall was closed.
Clutching my stomach, I shot back with a mocking smile. "Worried about me? You left me in a place like that. Were you scared something might happen to me, or scared nothing would?"
"And you expect me to tell you? I tried, but I guess I'm still blocked, so that was impossible, wasn't it?"
God knew how often I'd tried calling him while stranded, rehearsing my last words in case something went wrong.
His lips pressed into a thin line, realizing his mistake.
Frustrated, he threw the cake he had brought down on the table. "Kindness wasted!"
James stormed off to the bathroom, and I could faintly hear him laughing as if he were finding the whole situation ridiculous.