Louisa grips her phone hard as she paces her apartment.

She had made several calls to Kingsley's cell phone to no avail.

The more time goes by, the more concerned she becomes.

He doesn't usually disregard her calls.

She finally calls Hardy out of desperation.

"Hardy, have you seen Kingsley?” She asks, trying not to sound urgent. He's not answering his phone."

Hardy says in a composed but worried tone. “He's most likely at home. He left work early, saying he didn't feel too good. He appears stressed and worried since the afternoon but I don't know why. I'm worried about him too. “

Louisa's heart falls even further. “Thank...