CLINT’S POV
It was the second time Keira had missed my sessions. She always came earlier than usual, but I had not seen a sign of her. Not once, but twice. Something was up. I could feel it in my guts.
Her file lay strewn across my desk as I picked it up, flipping through for her number. It was not out of pocket to check in on a client who had continually missed their sessions, I told myself. I would do the same if it was the same case with another client.
I dialled her number, and it rang as I waited for the line to get connected. It did not. To my utmost disappointment, Keira's phone went straight to her voicemail, followed by a loud and annoying beep filling my ears that should have been her voice instead.
Was she ignoring me? Our last session had gone amazingly, even though, in
