Chapter 25

Sitting and drying my hair after an hour-long soak in the tub, I check my cell again. It’s past seven pm, and he promised he would be here long before bed. I still haven’t heard anything and am starting to get antsy. Sure, he has come in through the night a million times, but he

always

calls or texts, and I’m starting to fear that something has happened to him. I find myself immediately googling news channels for any word of lost or crashed planes, even though I know I’m being dumb.

Fuck sakes.

Almost as if by willpower alone, my cell begins vibrating in my hand as his name and face appear on the screen, and I almost cry with relief. Agony abated with a genuine ‘oh my god’ moment of warmth as it washes over me instead.

“Arry? Where are you?” I gush as soon as I answer, so relieved he’s finally called me, a hot liquid running through my body, making me lightheaded with euphoric relief.

“Sophs…look… Umm” The way he says my name softly, with a hint