daily – 35 (catching up)
I shake my head at my unexpected nervousness. It’s just the doorbell.
“Dad?” Patrick’s voice is barely audible, then the doorbell rings again. “Dad, you there?”
“Patrick?” Halfway out of my chair, I actually say his name out loud. Why is he ringing the doorbell?
I glance back at the screen from the doorway. It looks normal. Still no response from the message I sent-