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Carolina isn’t someone who lies.
The only times she hasn’t been truthful with me is when it’s abouthim.
I say bye, no longer giving a shit about the smoothie, and fish my phone from my pocket as I speed-walk toward my apartment.
When I hit her name, I get no answer.
I try again.
Rings until it hits voicemail.
And again.
Not trying to be on the line of stalker shit, but what the hell is happening?
Is she hurt?
I’d think it was an emergency had she not lied about being with her sister.
She’s hiding something from me.
My mind twists and turns with possible scenarios.
I shove my phone back into my shorts pocket and sprint home. I’m nearly out of breath when I get there and rush up the stairs while calling her again. Her phone is ringing when I walk into the living room.
“Dude, that thing has been ringing nonstop,” Josh complains when I come into his view. “I’m half-tempted to throw it out the window.”
“Is Lina here?” I rush out, searching the room how I did at the doughnut shop.
“I woke up fifteen minutes ago, but I haven’t seen or heard her.”
She’d have also answered her phone if she were.
Her phone rings again, the call not from me, and I find it on the nightstand when I walk into my bedroom, following the noise.
Tricia callingflashes across the screen.
The call ends before I get the chance to answer. Snatching the phone, I see tons of text messages on her screen. All of them from James.
The fuck?
I try four different passwords before succeeding in unlocking her phone. I’m an asshole for this, but she’s been missing, and a bad guy from her past is texting her.
Something is up.
Jamesis at the top of the list when I open her texts.
James: You still coming over today?
Carolina: I’ll be there.
James: Wear something sexy.
I clutch the phone, ready to throw it across the room, but I stop myself since it’s not mine.
It’s a jackass move, but I read through their few texts. Most of the texts have been deleted, although I’m certain they’re similar. I’m capable of hacking into her phone and reading them, but the thought makes me sick to my stomach.
My head spins so hard that I can hardly think straight as I continue reading the texts she sent at ten this morning.
