47. Blinded By Rage

THEODORE'S POV

I kept calling her. Since last night I had been trying to reach her but she didn't answer. Everytime it went to voicemail. So the first thing I decided to do int he morning was visit her cafe. But unfortunately she wasn't there.

“She didn't come in today,” her manager said, which had me churning in worry.

“Why? Is everything alright?” I asked, squinting my eyes in worry. Obviously the poor old lady was intimidated and felt obligated to answer me. Do I take advantage of my hard exterior and intimidating looks? All the time. Would I do it again to get answers from the old lady to find the love of my life? A hundred percent yes.