I paced around, clutching Martin's phone like my life depended on it. Twenty-four hours had passed. A full day had gone and still nothing from Martin. Not a single call, not a single message, no sign of him.
Marcus kept telling me everything would be fine, that Martin would come back. That he always does, but the reassurance could not bring Martin back. The more he reassured me, the more I felt like something might have gone wrong.
I stared at Martin's phone in my hand, regretting why he had given it to me. Why did he give it to me? Why didn’t he keep it? If he had, maybe we could have tracked him, followed some signal, anything. But now the phone is just there, cold, useless and silent.
The thought that Andrew might have Martin settled on me. It made me uneasy and scared. I've seen h
