Nothing.
The second call ended exactly like the first.
And so did the third.
When voicemail answered for the fourth time, I slowly lowered the phone and stared at the screen.
Perfect.
His ex-girlfriend called him crying, he disappeared without an explanation, and now he couldn't even answer a phone call.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
It was unbelievable.
I'd spent nearly an hour wondering whether I might be pregnant, and the possible father of my child was God knows where with another woman.
Just thinking about it made something unpleasant twist inside me.
I set my phone down on the bed and walked over to my closet.
Staying locked up in my room wasn't going to solve anything.
If Easton didn't want to answer my calls, then I would have to find him myself.
I changed out of my
