Stephanie’s POV
It was Sunday, and I still hadn’t heard from Chris.
No text.
No phone call.
Nothing.
At first, I assumed he was busy.
Then I worried something had happened.
By Friday, I’d sent him a message asking if he was okay.
When he didn’t respond, I called.
Several times.
Every call went unanswered.
Eventually, the worry turned into hurt.
I went to see George.
He was the only person at work who knew anything about us.
Or at least what I thought “us” was.
The conversation wasn’t helpful.
George assured me that Chris was fine and would contact me soon.
That should have reassured me.
Instead, it made me angry.
If Chris was fine, why hadn’t he called?
I finally had enough and blocked his number.
The entire weekend passed in a blur of disappointment, frustration, and
