Ezra glared at the long string of unanswered messages he had sent to Evie, each one impassively marked as unread.
He had reached out multiple times, genuinely wanting to know how she was doing, but it was clear she wanted nothing to do with him.
The fact that she seemed to be done with him baffled him. They had a contract binding them, and she couldn't just walk away without consequence; breaking that agreement would mean paying a hefty fine.
He tried calling her, but every attempt went straight to voicemail. It felt like she had blocked him, and while annoyance crept in at her dismissive stance—cutting him off as if he were a mere accessory she could toss away—he couldn't deny a thread of amusement at her determination.
She was serious about this.
After a long stare at his phone screen, he typed out a new message: "Evie, can we meet up?" His thumb hovered over the send button before he let it go, joining the rest of the unread messages.
