Elizabeth pov
It was 11:55 p.m.
Christian didn’t come by. Just like yesterday.
No calls. No texts. No reason. Nothing.
We had been doing okay lately—friends, if that’s what you could call it. We grabbed coffee a few times. Talked. He even opened up about his brother—Luca. I hadn’t known he had a brother. Then he mentioned his mother, and when I asked how she died, he went silent.
That was the end of that conversation.
Now, I couldn’t sleep. Not with this strange ache in my chest, not with this silence pressing down on the walls like a second skin.
I left my room barefoot, padding softly across the hallway carpet. My hand paused on his doorknob. I knew he hated people in his space—he’d said it more than once. But tonight… I just needed to see him. To know if he was okay.
God, please
