A stranger calls.

Maga

It's already two am in the morning, and there is still no sign of June anywhere, and I was starting to get concerned with every passing minute. I was pacing the living room floor, occasionally looking out through the window to see whether can I see anyone coming up through that driveway.

“Sarina?” Ashton called my name, making me jump up from my chair in fright, and I was still clutching my racing heart, trying to calm it down while glaring dagger at him.

“What is it?” I hissed at him, and he raised his hands in surrender.

“I didn't mean to do that, but I guess you should come back to bed, gatita.” Ashton gently persuaded me while rubbing my tensed shoulders, and I leaned back to his touch while closing my eyes.