Gerald sat in a quiet corner of the café, the sounds of clinking dishes and murmured conversations blending into a distant hum around him. His brow was furrowed, his gaze fixed on the screen of his phone. The usually confident and easygoing man wore an expression of deep concern as he scrolled through his messages.
The last message from Aubrey stared back at him, a brief and vague response that did nothing to ease his worries.
"I'm okay. I'll try to find time with Mason."
That was all she had said. Gerald had read those words countless times since she had sent them, but they brought him no comfort. He had tried to reach out to her several times since then, sending messages and even trying to call her, but there had been no reply. Just silence.
His thumb hovered over the screen as he scrolled up through their previous messages. He frowned, seeing the growing gaps between her responses. Did something happen to her?