KEIRA 

Several minutes had passed, and I was growing impatient, losing count of the number of times I had checked the phone. When Clint had not yet replied, I picked up the phone and dialled his number. I held my breath as I waited for him to answer. Finally, his voice came through the line. 

"Clint..." was all I could say. 

"Keira? I was about to call. My God, where have you been? I have been trying to reach you for days. What's wrong?" he asked urgently, his voice full of concern.

"My ...