NOAH
Ciara wasn't picking her calls.
I flew back to the UK, and while Luke made arrangements for the press conference, I tried reaching out to Ciara.
Her phone wasn't dead, which was a relief. It was on and reachable, but no matter how much I called, she wouldn't pick up.
I knew Jeremy wanted me to give her time, to let her come to terms with what happened at her own pace, but I was impatient.
I was worried out of my mind, and I badly wanted to know that she was safe. I had no way of knowing where she was or what she was doing.
After several futile trials though, I gave up. I might as well just wait for her to reach out to me. There was no point in calling incessantly, especially when she had made it pointedly clear that she wanted nothing to do with me by refusing my calls.
Luke opened the door to my office and stepped in.