“I haven’t seen Xander since yesterday. I just hope he’s fine.”

Whitney complained, her lips quivering as she held her phone, her legs pacing around in fear.

“Or maybe he’s purposely ignoring you.”

Shirley’s words didn’t help matters, rather, it increased Whitney’s uneasiness. She sat on the couch, her hands typing on her phone aggressively.

Whitney tapped her chin impatiently, trying to wave off the unsettling thoughts that threatened to consume her.

“That can’t ...