Emma Is Missing

Alex leaned against the cool glass of his office window, staring out at the cityscape bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun.

The decision he had made earlier in the day after Chris's visit weighed heavily on him, and he could no longer focus on the work piled on his desk.

He had spent too many nights tossing and turning, replaying his interactions with Emma.

Every stolen glance, every accidental brush of their hands, and every moment her laughter echoed through the house haunted him. He couldn't pretend anymore.

What's the worst that could happen? He thought, running a hand through his hair. She might reject me. She might distance herself even more... but I can't keep this inside. I have to tell her and I have to do so now.

With a heavy exhale, Alex grabbed his jacket and car keys. He wasn't sure what he'd say or how he'd say it, but he needed to see her. Maybe then, he would know what to say.