I paced the enormous living room one more time, which was a feat considering I was still on crutches. I had moved into Jordan's condo so he could help me after I got out of the hospital, and I had found myself wondering why I had not done it before. He had twice the space I had, not to mention Mrs. Lichten seemed to take some joy in taking care of someone again. If that was truly what her grumping meant.
"I don't care, Jordan, this is ridiculous! Have you tried calling him again?" I asked, frustrated.
"You know I did, Lizzie. He's still not answering," he responded, sounding kind of lost.