“What was that?” I asked, sitting up straighter. “Ryan?”
“What are you doing?"
The line went silent for a second. Then the call ended abruptly. I stared at my phone, heart beating faster. What just happened? He sounded strange, out of breath, like he was in pain or… something else. I tried calling back, but it went straight to voicemail.
I stood up and started pacing the living room. My mind raced with possibilities. Was he really at the office? Has something happened to him? Or was he hiding something? The house felt too quiet. I checked the time again. 10:47 PM. He never came home this late without telling me.
I walked to the window and looked outside, hoping to see his car lights. Nothing. I sat back down, phone in my hand, waiting.
At the office, Ryan gripped his secretary’s hair
