So now she was in her apartment, curled up on the couch and worrying for her daughter and wondering what was wrong. Because something was obviously very wrong. She just hoped Savannah would call her soon to let her know what exactly it was. Sooner rather than later, because she knew her daughter. There'd be a phone call eventually.
Sighing, she moved to her computer and tried to distract herself.
[open for phone calls, visits, texts, whatever!]