That decision made, I feel better. I get my laptop and compose a short email to Theo saying I can’t wait to see him again. Then I spend five minutes afterward hating myself for every word, because on a re-read, it sounds desperate.
I forget all about my desperation when I receive an automatic response from Theo’s email server that says he’s out of the office and not responding to email.
A strange feeling forms in the pit of my stomach. I decide to try Theo’s phone. When it goes straight to voicemail, the strange feeling intensifies into anxiety.
I don’t know what it is, but something’s off.
When I hear the low rumble of engine noise coming from the street outside, I head downstairs. It’s Saturday, but Hillrise is working through the weekends to get the project as far as possible before
