The apartment was unbearably quiet around him as Callum sat on the couch in Mia’s living room. His phone rested face-up beside him.
The screen had gone dark a long time ago, but his eyes still drifted toward it every few minutes, waiting for a reply that never came.
A text. Call. Anything. He had already texted her twice more and called three times again - but every call had gone straight to voicemail. And everytime it happened, the tightness in his chest grew a little worse.
How had they had ended up here? Just that morning, she had been in his arms and he had thought they were finally moving forward.
Now he sat alone in her apartment, staring at a phone that refused to bring her back to him.
He began telling himself she was fine. That she was just upset and needed space - nothing mo
