Jace’s P.O.V.
Next day,
In the evening, I stand outside Zara’s house, frustrated as she isn’t opening the door.
After taking out my phone from my pocket, I dial her number.
After three rings, she finally answers, and I sigh.
“Zara, where are you? Why aren’t you opening the door? Is everything okay, baby?” I ask, worried for her.
“Jace, I’m not at home and busy. I’ll call you as soon as I get free.” She hangs up without listening to me, making me suspicious because she has never done this before.
I just hope she is fine.
After opening w******p, I text her.
Me: Take care and don’t forget to call me as soon as possible.
As I finish typing the message to Zara, my eyes fall on her car parked outside.
Did she lie to me? But why? I should check on her.
I climb through the window and q
