Gabrielle

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache and this weird, uneasy feeling in my chest.

Instinctively, I reached for my phone. I opened our messages and stared at the screen. Still nothing.

I froze. The message I sent Ryan last night—he still hadn't answered.

A wave of disappointment hit me like a truck. I sighed, dragging myself out of bed and heading to the bathroom.

After washing up, I stepped into the hallway and spotted Nina dusting ...