69. The Most Sorrowful Smile
Dylan
While I’m signing some papers, my phone rings. Unknown number. I’m about to let it go to voicemail, but something stops me. I decided to answer at the last second.
“Hello?” The person on the other end remains silent. “Hello?” I repeat.
“Dylan… it’s Ryan. I’m going to send you the location of a place. I hope you can come. It’s important. It’s about Michelle.”
Upon hearing my girlfriend’s name, I stood up immediately. The pen slips from my fingers, and I hurry to the coat rack to grab my jacket.
“I’m heading out,” I say as he hangs up without adding anything else.
Outside my office, I head toward my assistant and, without stopping, gave quick instructions:
“I didn’t finish signing. I’ll leave some things pending for tomorrow. Check which ones are re
