Azalea
Next Morning
The next morning, I woke up with a heavy feeling in my chest. I tried to ignore it, telling myself it was just because Cassian was away and I had to meet Chiara today. But something felt wrong.
At work, I couldn’t focus on anything. Every time my phone made a sound, my heart jumped. I hoped it would be Cassian calling, but there were no calls or texts from him at all, not even a “good morning” message. This wasn’t like him at all.
I tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail.
I told myself not to worry too much. Maybe his plane was already in the air. Maybe he was busy with his boss.
But I couldn’t stop the bad feeling growing inside me.
That evening, I called Chiara.
“Where do you want to meet?” I asked.
“Come to the cafe near the old bookstore, Silv
