Michael's POV
I had been wearing a path in the living room carpet for hours, running my hands through my hair until my scalp burned. The constant movement did nothing to calm the storm raging inside my chest.
The clock showed well past midnight. Reagan remained absent, but his whereabouts weren't driving me to the edge of madness.
Allyson hadn't returned home either.
No phone call. No message. Not even the smallest acknowledgment that I existed.
I had tried reaching her all day. Called her line repeatedly. Sent messages that went unanswered. Complete radio silence.
Of all the possible days for her to vanish without a trace, it had to be this one. Today of all days.
The day I had orchestrated something special just for her. Something I had been crafting in secret for weeks now.
Every detail had been arranged with precision. I had coordinated with various contacts, ensured every element was perfectly positioned. Today marked the completion of my careful planning.
