Chapter 11. What Should I Do?

Summer’s POV

As soon as the plane touched down and I powered on my phone, the notification chime went off like a machine gun, threatening to shred my last nerve.

The screen lit up with dozens of missed calls and voice messages—every single one from Alpha Foster.

He’d been blowing up my phone since last night, sending a message almost every hour:

At 7 PM, his first “apology”:

[Summer, last night was my fault. I lost control.]

[I bought gifts for you and Felix. I’m coming home soon.]

By 8 PM, desperation crept in:

[Summer, why can’t I reach you?]

[Where are you and