I tap my pen rhythmically against my desk, the only thing that's keeping me grounded. My eyes flicker to my phone for the hundredth time this afternoon. The last message from Jasper was a simple "Busy today, call you later."
That was two days ago.
Since then, I haven't heard his voice.
"Later" never came.
My phone sits beside my keyboard, face-up, screen dark. I check it again for the hundred and one time, but no new messages appear. A hollow feeling twists in my stomach, but I tell herself it’s fine. Jasper is just busy.
Helping his childhood friend, Ava.
The thought should be reassuring—he’s doing something good, right? But instead, it gnaws at me.
"Thea, you okay?"
Mia, a coworker and a close friend at the office, leans against my desk with a curious look.
I straigh
