That was odd. It had only been four hours since we’d arranged for me to pick her up for her appointment.
I dialed again. No answer.
In the last weeks she’d grown more exhausted by the day. The last few days she was too weak to even walk, so a neighbor lady in her building kindly lent her a wheelchair. The last few days, I was honored to bring her to multiple emergency appointments.
I checked my phone for a ‘sorry, I’m running late’ text. Maybe she couldn’t wait for me and went to the hospital with someone else.
No texts awaited.