The house looked slightly unkempt, not how she typically left it. Dishes were in the sink, and the remnants of the kid’s packed lunches were still out on the counter-top. She must’ve been in a rush this morning.
That was weird. Emma recalled cleaning the kitchen before she had sat down to type the article.
What time was it? Emma eyed the stove—2:08.
Only a few hours had passed. What had happened in that time? Emma wondered.
She scrambled back up the stairs, found her phone in her handbag. There were several missed calls. From Cole. From the school. Tons of calls from Ricky’s number.
Why had the school called? It was still too early to pick up the girls.
As she was switching off the phone, something caught Emma’s eye.
She remembered waking up that morning, Thursday, the 13th of March. Perhaps, she was losing her mind. Maybe her phone was malfunctioning. Because the phone displayed Friday, March 14th.
As if someone had just turned on the lights in the dark, dusty attic of her mind, Emma worked back through the missed phone calls.
Goodness, she hadn’t missed a few hours. She had missed an entire day!
A tight feeling rose through her chest, she was holding her breath. She peered around, waited for someone, perhaps Cole, to jump out and yell: “Surprise!” Tell her that it was a prank, that he’d changed the date on her phone to mess with her. Emma realized that no one would come. It was real. She had somehow missed a whole day of her life.
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