Charles jumped into his car and drove the car as fast as he could. It was a rushed hour and was stuck in heavy traffic. He kept on calling her but still, no one picked up her phone. He kept on horning but it did him nothing good-but received only dirty words from other drivers.
He jumped out of his car. He left the car engine running. His heart was pounding as he approached Bella’s place. He couldn’t explain it but he felt uneasy. He could sense something was off. A light came from the living room coming out as the door was left a little open. The sliced fruit was still untouched. The television flashed another cartoon, different from what Bella was watching a while ago.
“Bella,” he called Bella, looking around. “Are you inside?” Charles knocked on the bedroom. He opened it but Bella wa
