BELLA
Alex has been ignoring all my calls, which only made my mind spiral into endless questions. What on earth was he doing to his brother? And why wouldn’t he just pick up the phone?
After the fifteenth unanswered call, I decided to go to his house and wait. Sooner or later, no matter how furious he was, he would have to come home.
Now, here I was, sitting on his porch as night slowly swallowed the sky. The streetlights had flickered on, casting a pale orange glow across the quiet neighborhood.
A cool breeze carried the scent of rain, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t go inside anyway; I didn’t know his door code, and I didn’t have the faintest clue what it might be.
My phone suddenly buzzed from inside my bag, startling me. My heart jumped, hope surging through me as I fished it out,
