AMELIA
I find myself in the passenger seat of Isaac's moving car, dialing the jail number Harper had sent me, anxiously awaiting a response.
The persistent ringing in my ears adds pressure to my heart.
Finally, someone picks up, and they inquire, "County Detention Center, how may I help you?"
I never anticipated being in this situation. "Hi, this is Amy. I'm calling to inquire about Cam's situation. He was arrested this morning, and I want to know about the bail process." It's the most nervous I've ever been.
"Sure, Amy. Can you provide me with Cam's full name and date of birth?" The woman on the other end asks.
"It's Cameron Reynolds," I say, bringing the phone screen to my eyes to read the details from Harper's message. Despite the oddity of her having my IG, I'm grateful for the
