Hailey
My already-overbooked day was stretched even thinner as I rushed from my photo shoot downtown to my meetings across town, via Uber.
When I finally arrive home, exhausted and drained, it isn"t my mother who greets me, but Tyler.
“Oh, Jesus, Hailey,” he says, eyeing me over. His expression shifted from shock to concern. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours.”
I grab my cell phone out of my purse. It is as dead as a doornail. “Sorry. I forgot my charger this morning, and I didn’t have time to stop at a store and buy one.”
He smiles wanly at me and shakes his head. “You couldn’t have borrowed one?”
Maybe I am just tired, and maybe I am being a little too defensive, but I can"t help it. My tone is defiant when I answer, “Why?”
He stares at me for a moment in disbelief t
