Days passed. Then more days. And still, nothing.
Not a call. Not a message. Not even one of Liam’s usual snarky texts to lighten the mood.
After that, one angry text he sent the night I had dinner with Kelvin, and my reply that I was just glad he was alive, he vanished. Poof. Like he’d been erased from my life. No follow-up.
Just silence.
At first, I tried to play it cool. I told myself he was probably busy. He did say he had a lot to fix. That he’d be back as soon as he could. But soon, every sound my phone made had me checking it like a madwoman. Every time it didn’t ring, it rang loud in my chest.
I was his girlfriend now. That counted for something, didn’t it?
But days bled into each other. My modeling offer kept moving forward–Jay helped me review the paperwork, introduced me to
