Sebastian
I dial her number again, pressing the phone to my ear. My hand trembles slightly. The voice on the other end is cold, detached. The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.
The words hit me like a punch to the gut.
I pull the phone away and stare at the screen as if willing it to work.
Nothing.
With a frustrated sigh, I shove the phone into my pocket, my pulse pounding in my ears.
Could Elizabeth really be this angry? Has she cut me off completely?
She hasn’t come to the office in weeks. Not a single call, not a text. The silence is unbearable. I start pacing my office, the polished floor creaking under my hurried steps.
A pit grows in my stomach, deep and unrelenting, like something heavy and sharp is lodged inside me.
What if something happened to her
