—Mabel—

My heart pounded at each kilometer I covered for reasons I couldn't place.

Though I knew it was wrong, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number again. And yet again, he didn't pick up.

C'mon, Alec. I said I'm sorry... just want to talk.

I fought back the tears and lowered my phone in the cupholder, then gripped the wheel tighter.

At long last, the Green Oak mansion appeared ahead.

I stepped on the brakes as I approached the gates, then honked.

The intercom at the gate beeped. ...