Ethan’s POV
I rushed into the living room, eyes roaming everywhere, but she was not in there. I took my heels, striding up the stairs. She wasn't in her room either.
“Mother, have you seen Valerie?” I asked my mother on her way out of the kitchen.
“No, why?” She retorted.
I ignored her, ran outside. All the cars were in the parking lot.
Maybe she was at Becky’s house.
“But Becky,” I muttered to myself.
I doubt if Becky would ever want to set her eyes on me after what had happened at the restaurant.
I picked up my phone, dialing her phone number.
Just as expected, she terminated the call.
“Please pick up, Valerie,” I whispered, hoping to hear her voice.
But she didn't.
I couldn't tell my mother what happened at the restaurant. I didn't even want her to ever find out. Wasn't i
