Charlotte’s POV
Six o’clock came and went. Then six-fifteen. Then six-thirty ticked by, interminably slow, like someone had set the speed on the clock down several notches.
All that time passed, and yet, for some reason, Kieran never showed up.
In between trying to keep Nora occupied with I-spy games and silly jokes, I occasionally checked my phone, expecting a call from Kieran or at least a text letting me know he was running late and would be here soon. Anything.
Strangely, there was nothing. He didn’t text or call, not even something brief. And when I tried calling him and texting him, there was no response. The calls went right to voicemail and the texts were left on delivered, never even opened.
At first, I figured he just got held up and didn’t have time to look a
