Logan grunted as his call was directed to a voicemail for the sixth time. He has been trying to get a hold of Olive for the past few minutes but his call was directed to voicemail.
He had told her to return early and now, it was almost 8 Pm, he thought she’d come back by 6 pm so he decided to do things slowly while waiting for her.
7 pm successfully rolled by and he had taken his shower, starting to dress up but she was not yet back from wherever she went to.
She didn’t even say where she was going to, not like he wanted to know but he just wanted her to come back home already.
‘Is she okay?’ That thought came to his head, remembering how solemn she looked before they parted ways earlier.
And then, images of how her face looked swollen the previous night. He then remembered that his
