April's pov
I paced the room, walking back and forth, the weight of each passing minute pressing heavily on my chest. Every half hour, I called Savannah, hoping... praying for some kind of update. But each time, her answer was the same, no word from him.
Outside, the sky had turned a deep shade of grey, and night was quickly settling in. Rain tapped restlessly against the windows, matching the anxiety bubbling inside me.
I couldn’t just sit and wait any longer.
I went to check Alexander’s bedroom. Everything was exactly as it had been the last time I stood there cold, untouched, and empty. Not even a wrinkle in the sheets, not a single sign that he had returned.
Still no trace of him.
Desperate, I headed toward the guest room, his other room. The one where he sometimes stayed, where
