C57 CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

Alabama anxiously waited in the living room for Collins' return; the clock had long surpassed nine, and he hadn't made it back yet.

"He's gonna find his dinner all cold," she fretted, standing up and peering out the window for what felt like the hundredth time.

Inhaling softly, she sat back down, worry etched on her face. Dialing his number, she found it switched off. "I just hope he's okay