Antonio stood in his balcony, his phone in hand, as he stared at it, dying to see the call answered and.

His mind was like a storm of worry and confusion, his thoughts circling Angela.

He had tried to call her multiple times, his messages growing increasingly frantic as the hours passed.

Each unanswered call only fueled his anxiety, as he wondered why she wasn't responding, where she could be, and if she were safe?

What if this was related to the strange call asking him to meet up?

He was breaking down and suffocating with worry.

As the minutes turned into hours, Antonio's worry gave way to frustration, then...