“I can’t believe she’s left!” barked Nate as he banged the door, ignoring the wince from his mother at the clashing sound. He was getting desperate.
“Nate, relax!” Fiona called after him as he began searching the house frantically, militating the security guards in helping him. When they all came up empty-handed, he tried her phone again only to come up with the busy dial tone once again.
“How do you expect me to relax?” he all but shouted in a gruff voice as he followed Fiona around the house, not even looking where he was going as he was trying to simultaneously figure out a way to get in contact with her. He felt like an animal trapped in a cage, he wanted to do something, anything.
“She knows what she’s doing,” Fiona offered, stopping in the living room, in a voice so confident tha
