Chapter 10 FIRE RING

All I remember is holding my phone tight onto my chest, feeling the heat building up, the butterflies in my stomach, reading his laconic message of, “are you home safe?”. I smile like a teenager, stupidly from side to side.
Too many things happened, bad and good but all unexpected. I sit here and wonder, what happened with George? Did he get arrested? I’m picturing the police putting him behind bars, with him screaming, “it isn’t my fault!”.
But wouldn’t they want a statement from me?