Victor’s POV
Immediately Alice makes that statement, I freeze. Completely.
I am the last person who saw her dad before I came to the hospital.
“Maybe he went somewhere…” I say, but even to my own ears, the reassurance sounds weak.
“I’ve called his phone. It keeps going straight to voicemail,” Alice says, her voice trembling. “I even called some of his friends. None of them have heard from him since after the party.”
Her words sit heavily in my chest.
I swallow, forcing calm into my tone. “He’s probably just resting somewhere, Alice. You know how these things can be.”
There’s a pause on the line... thick, uneasy. I can almost hear her breathing.
“I’ll call you in the morning,” I add quickly, not giving her the chance to respond.
Before she can say anything else, I end the
