Callum's POV
I knew something was wrong the second I stepped out of the hospital.
Not the usual kind of wrong. Not work stress or exhaustion.
This was Elena.
I hadn't heard from her in days. No texts. No calls. Not even a sarcastic "You alive?" like she usually sent when she was pretending not to care.
I checked my phone again.
Nothing.
I'd told her I'd be late. Tessa and I had ended things quietly. No drama. No last-minute regrets. Just two people who both realized I was never fully in it.
Because my heart had always been somewhere else.
Someone else.
I drove past the store Elena liked—the one she pretended to hate. The lights were off.
My gut twisted.
I called her.
Voicemail.
Again.
Still nothing.
I parked outside the office building, stepped into the night air, and looked up.
Third floor. Her office window was dark.
She wasn't here.
I pulled out my phone and tried one last time.
Still no answer.
A silence that loud wasn't safe.
I knew something was off.
