Georgia's Pov
Michael was running late, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy. He'd mentioned that he would meet me at the apartment over an hour ago, but there was still no sign of him, which I found strange.
I glanced at the clock for the umpteenth time, each passing minute amplifying my worry. I tried calling his number again, but it went straight to voicemail, just like the last few times.
For some strange reason, an unsettling feeling gnawed at my stomach, and I started to wonder if something bad had happened to him.
Pacing the living room, I dialed his number one more time, hoping against hope that he would finally pick up. The phone rang, and I held my breath, waiting.
This time, someone did answer, but to my disappointment, it wasn't Michael.
"Hello?" a female voice said, sou
