My mind concocted various reasons why Anna would run away from me. I connected the dots to the day when I found bruises on her face.
Was she in trouble?
The very thought that she could be in trouble and I had been doing nothing to help her, killed my insides. I redialed her number only to find it going straight to voicemail.
"Hey, Anna! How are you? I thought I saw you at the club but couldn't reach you. There are so many things I need to tell you. Call me.", I sent the voice mail.
I made sure that I did not sound worried but in reality, I was freaking out. My mind made up all indifferent scenarios just to make it worse for my sanity. Eventually, a sense of realization struck me when I remembered her boyfriend, Kyle.
Did he do something to hurt her?