JAYDEN
As my car accelerates up the dirt lane that leads to Freya's apartment complex, I can feel the adrenaline rush. Adrenaline from the fact that today marks a week since I last saw her, and I have no idea what I'll say when I do.
Because, honestly, there are a few ways to tell someone you're concerned about them without making yourself look foolish. In my situation, it means being unconcerned. I'd ask a few questions, peek over the flat — to see if the landlord put the security alarms as I requested — if she let me, and then say my goodbye. Simple.
'But that is not what you want to do.' The voice in my head echoes, and I hate that it's so true.
Of course, I want to do more than I thought. I want to pull her into my arms and hug the snot out of her. I want to ask her why she hasn'
