Ashs's POV
I swear my chest hasn't stopped aching since yesterday.
Twenty-four hours. A whole day. That's how long it's been since Dom last texted me, last picked up my calls. Nothing. Just silence.
I'd spammed his phone, left voice notes, even tried calling Diane just to know if he was home. But all I got back was a No.
And every hour that passed, the silence got louder. Like it was screaming at me that something was wrong.
I kept calling, kept checking his location. Still nothing.
"Please, please pick up," I whispered into the dead line for the hundredth time, like he could hear me through the phone.
My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped my phone when it buzzed. It wasn't him, it was June.
June: When you find him, please let me know.
And suddenly my throat closed up.
Because I knew exactly which cliff he meant.
The cab ride there felt endless.
My knee kept bouncing, my nails kept digging into my palms.
