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Why in the world would she leave her phone behind? I press the button on the side, but it's locked. Glancing at my watch, I see it's still early; she might have just left.
With all the threats I have been getting, I don’t like the idea of her being out there alone with no way of me being able to contact her. She has not been in a good place, and last night; I told her almost everything about me. Everything except for me being heir to the mafia legacy. I'm supposed to take my position as the mafia boss of New York. That was the only thing I left out. I want to tell her, but only once it's official.
She hardly spoke. I have no idea how she feels about everything I said.
What if she left because of that?
I try to push the worry from my mind, telling myself she just needed some time alone.
I make a coffee and sip it, wondering where she could have gone.
Finally, I can't take it anymore, and I have to look for her.
With everything going on, there are too many factors at risk here. I spoke to Kalo about the threats I had received; he told mehis Japanese friend is going to be staying closer to me now, and of course, he is here as well.
I should call him and ask him to look for Seraphina as well.
I dial his number on the way down to the hotel lobby, but he doesn't answer. I dial again, no answer. Perhaps he is in the shower.
I message him.
Me: Seraphina is not at the hotel; she left her phone behind, and I'ma bit concerned, considering everything going on. I'm going out to look for her. Please do the same. Let me know when you get this message.
I slip my phone into my back pocket, stepping into the underground parking area where my rented car is parked.
I don’t even know where to start. Did she leave on foot or in a taxi? Where would she have gone? Surely not to her father’s place. She would not do something risky without first letting me know, would she?
I drive up and down the streets, staring into coffee shops, going around in circles, trying to imagine where she might be. I drive for two hours, feeling useless and frustrated.
Then I park the car and climb out to walk the main street on foot. I'm getting more and more worried as time goes by. I keepphoning Kalo, and he is not answering. He has not even read my text.
What the fuck is going on? Where are they?
My stomach aches, twisting with nerves, and I realize I have not eaten all day. Perhaps that's why I'mso jittery and uncomfortable. I need to take a moment and recoup my thoughts.
I step into the first cafe I find, not caring much about what type of food they have.
I order a bagel and a drink, then watch, hoping to see Seraphina walking on the streets outside.
I feel alone right now, staring down at my food. One plate. One seat at the table. I glance around me, half expecting to see her smile or hear her laugh.
I have spent much of my life alone, but since I met Seraphina, I don’t want to be alone anymore. I was fine with it then. But not now.
Wherever she is, she should be here with me. Where she belongs, by my side.
The longer I sit here alone, the more intensely I feel about this. The love that I have for her is very real, and I'll do anything to keep it.
I'll kill anyone who tries to take her away from me. Without hesitation.
I push the plate of half-eaten food away. I can’t just sit here and not know where she is.
I try calling Kalo again, and this time it goes straight to voicemail. It's getting late in the afternoon, and none of this is making me feel at ease. I have to get back out of there.
The one place that keeps bothering me is her father’s house. I hope she has not gone there alone again, especially so late now. It's not a safe area.
I head back out onto the street. I make a trip down to his street. Even though I don’t want her to be there, I do hope I find her sitting on that bench. At least then, I'll know where she is and what she has been doing.
It takes me an hour in the evening traffic, which for some reason is much thicker than usual, testing the limits of my patience. But Seraphina is not there. I wait in the street for a little while, watching her father through the window of his home, He appears to me completely alone and at ease.
