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Chris stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through his damp hair. The morning felt heavy, like an omen of something bad.

He had barely gotten any sleep after dropping Claire off the night before, his mind restless with worry. She hadn't answered any of his calls since then and he didn't know how she was doing.

He had also tried calling Alex but like Claire, Alex hadn't taken his call and it was grating on his nerves.

He needed to hear from her and know how she was doing. Whether she was ready to tell him all that happened or tell him to wait.

He didn't mind waiting. All he needed was to be sure she'd tell him one day. He didn't even like that she was pushing him away and trying to face this on her own.

With a sigh, he picked up his phone, intending to call her again. Maybe she just needed space. He call her and if she doesn't pick up, he'd drive there to see how she was.