Axel sat in his car, the folder Reiner had handed him resting on the passenger seat. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel, his jaw tight. The city lights blurred through the windshield, neon signs casting flickering shadows across his face.
For the past week, something had been gnawing at him. Raelynn had never been the type to just vanish without a word. Even if she was upset or needed space, she would at least send a short message. But now, there was nothing. Silence.
He had called. He had texted. Each attempt was met with the same infuriating response—undelivered.
His grip tightened around the steering wheel. He knew something was off, but now, as he sat in the dim glow of the dashboard lights, he was certain.
Something had happened to her.
