Marco's POV
I'm still finding it very hard to come to the realization that Ariana is somewhere and I don't even have an idea where she is.
Could it be that she's trying to pull a prank on me?
I kept asking myself a series of questions facing from one end to the other.
Whom can I even talk to? Who will believe that I had nothing to do with her missing?
I felt the small balls of sweat gathering on my forehead.
Every single beep from my phone made my heart skip a beat, hoping that I'd get notified by her abductors or something.
I scrolled through my phone aimlessly, waiting for someone to even call in with meaningful information on her whereabouts.
Beep!
Oh my! It was just another notification from the bank. I sighed in irritation, taking another look at the screen as it stood
