Rebecca’s POV.
It’s almost 6PM and I still haven’t heard from him.
Donald had said he would call. l really shouldn’t be bothered that he didn’t. I mean. I roll my eyes trying to shrug if it off. It’s not like we are dating or anything.
But now the day is nearly gone, and my phone’s been silent. I think again.
I’ve texted twice and called once. Still no response.
I try not to overthink it. Maybe he’s busy with meetings. Maybe he lost track of time.
But my gut says otherwise.
He was off this morning quiet and withdrawn. Like he was carrying something heavy but didn’t want me to notice. I did, of course. I always notice everything.
By 7PM, I give up pretending I’m okay.
I grab my coat and drive out. I don’t know what I’m doing exactly, but my instinct carries me to his office bui
