Dominic’s POV
I didn’t sleep. How could I?
I spent the entire night in the living room, phone clutched in my hand, staring at the door like if I just focused hard enough, Ethan would walk through it.
The silence pressed against me until it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Every creak of the building, every gust of wind outside, jolted me upright.
But the door never opened. My phone never rang.
At some point, around three in the morning, exhaustion pulled me under for a few minutes. I woje up and he still wasn’t here.
“Come on, Ethan,” I muttered into the stillness. “Where the hell are you?”
I tried his phone again. Straight to voicemail. The sound of his recorded greeting was almost unbearable now.
I hung up before the beep.
Something was wrong. Very wrong. I felt it in my bones.
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