Chapter 25-Evelyn
“Camille, I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”
I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, pacing across the living room. The curtains were still drawn.
“Hey, I'm sure you’ve barely slept,” Camille—my secretary said gently. “You have to rest. The company’s fine, I promise. We’re still getting orders, and the team’s handling things.”
“That’s not what worries me. I know what you're capable of handling.” I stopped near the window. Outside, the street looked too normal for what was happening inside me.
“But— It’s been two days, Camille. Two days, and still no word. No call. No clue.”
Her sigh was soft, patient. “I know. But stressing won’t bring him back any faster.”
“I just—” my voice cracked, and I swallowed hard. “I keep thinking maybe I missed something. Maybe he
