Azalea

Next Morning

The next morning, I woke up with a heavy feeling in my chest. I tried to ignore it, telling myself it was just because Cassian was away and I had to meet Chiara today. But something felt wrong.

At work, I couldn’t focus on anything. Every time my phone made a sound, my heart jumped. I hoped it would be Cassian calling, but there were no calls or texts from him at all, not even a “good morning” message. This wasn’t like him at all.

I tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail.

I told myself not to worry too much. Maybe his plane was...