Anna POV
Ethan never came back to my house like he said he would. I have left him multiple text messages and calls. He turned his read receipts off and sent all of the calls to voicemail. I don't know what the hell is happening, but I'm starting to freak out about the entire thing.
By the time the next morning hits, I am more than concerned. If he doesn't reply to me by noon, I'm going out and looking for him. I hate to be this paranoid and crazy, but this just isn't like him. Something is wrong. I can feel it.
Around ten in the morning, I heard a knock on the front door. I ran to see who it was, praying that it was Ethan. To my surprise, it was Ethan.
"What the hell happened? Where did you go? You said you would be back in an hour! Tops!" I yelled at the man in front of me. Despite
