“I need to know.”
She reluctantly agreed.
The meeting went even better than expected.
Rachel called next.
“Your father is wonderful,” she said.
“I can’t believe no one gave him a chance.”
A wave of relief washed over me.
“So nothing strange happened?”
“Nothing. He was kind, funny, and respectful. We talked for almost three hours.”
“Did he mention another date?”
“He asked me if I wanted to have dinner again next Friday.”
“What did you say?”
“I said yes.”
For the first time in weeks, I slept peacefully.
The next morning, Rachel had also disappeared.
I called before going to work.
No response.
I tried again at noon.
Directly to voicemail.
I sent several messages to find out if she was okay.
