At the end of the hallway, Tristan stood motionless.
He had called Audrey 37 times.
Every single call went straight to voicemail.
He slowly sank down against the wall, clutching his stomach as a dull ache spread through his chest.
His stomach was starting to hurt.
These past few days, he'd been so busy taking care of Elena that he hadn't eaten a proper meal.
Back when Audrey was around, she'd always taken care of everything for him.
What to eat today.
What to wear tomorrow.
All those little, insignificant things he'd never once had to worry about.
Because Audrey was there.
She had always been patient with him.
Always accommodating.
He'd thought it was just a habit.
But only now, when he was finally facing the possibility of losing her, did he understand.
He loved Audrey.
He
