Sage’s Pov

It was late.

Too late.

The kind of late that made my mind wander to dark places, filling the quiet apartment with shadows and whispers. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second a reminder that Mark wasn’t here……yet. He said he was going, he said he was gonna be here

He should be.

I paced the length of the living room, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. My phone sat on the coffee table, silent and tempting. No texts. No missed calls. Just a dull, black screen ...