In the next three days, I received no calls, messages or visits from Ivan. I began to get worried and my mind raced with the worst-case scenarios.
At first, I thought perhaps he was busy but as the hours ticked by, my concern grew. It was unlike him not to communicate with me in a day. He always made known to me that he was thinking of me, and I had gotten attached to it, to him, which made it difficult to shake the feeling that something was off.
Were his parents involved? I couldn't help but wondered, finding it suspicious that his distance from me only started after the dinner with his parents.
Or had I done something to upset him? I wasn't sure, yet the question kept swirling in my head, pulling me into a sea of anxiety.
I constantly checked my phone, hoping for a reply to the many
