CONSTANCE
It was a good afternoon, but not for me. Everyone was extremely energetic in contrast with the fitting storm of rage within me. I could no longer ignore him, for four days I have tried to ignore his calls and texts but I couldn't ignore them much longer, I couldn't afford to be suspected of anything.
My fingers trembled as I clutched my phone, my footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls of the secluded courtyard I'd retreated to. I barely was able to slip out unnoticed.
I punched in the familiar number, my heart racing with dread. The line rang once, twice, and then clicked.
"Why the hell haven't you been answering my calls?" The voice on the other end was sharp, dripping with barely contained anger.
"I—there's a problem," I stammered, my voice a shaky whisper as I looked
