RYDER'S POV
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Pacing isn't the right word. Out of my mind feels too casual for what I'm truly feeling and pleading for insanity is starting to look like hell of a good thing right about now. Three days, three f*****g days. That's how long she's been ignoring me. That's how long she's been gone from home. That's how long I've been unable to sleep or eat. I've been living off caffeine, and the aftermath of that decision now has consequences. High blood pressure and sleep deprivation walking hand in hand is somewhat a deadly combination, and I can sense it in the way my blood sings as I sit on the couch, completely still and unable to even close my eyes, even though the lids feel heavier than I am at this very moment.
My phone starts ringing, and it's a immediate reaction to grab it, to
