But when he called me, I could hear his anger and frustration through the phone.
The day after I woke up in the hospital, my boyfriend, Scott Carter, finally remembered to call me back. He had been missing since he went out sketching, and his destination had experienced a landslide. I couldn't reach him and had gone into a frenzy, calling and texting him non-stop. Eventually, I personally led a rescue team, doing everything I could to find him.
During that time, I’d sent him updates about my own situation. I expected at least some words of comfort from him. But when he spoke, I could hear his anger and frustration through the phone.
“Lillian, why are you cursing people on social media?”
“Hannah is a college friend of mine. She just asked me to help with a portrait, and you’re going off on her like that?”
“You’ve got such a dirty mind that you see everything as filthy!”
“Get it together and apologize to Hannah!”
Not a word about how I’d been during those three days of rescue.
“Scott, I was injured during the rescue…”
Before I could finish, he cut me off.