Chapter 90: 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.
The drive home felt longer than usual. His mind was a storm of emotions—anticipation, fear, and a flicker of hope he tried not to cling to. By the time he pulled into the driveway, his pulse was racing.
Alex entered the house, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. He paused for a moment, gathering his courage, then headed straight for Emma's room.
When he reached her door, he knocked lightly. "Emma?" he called but there was no answer.
He frowned and knocked again, louder this time. "Emma, it's me. Can I come in?" he said again but there was still nothing.
Where could she be? Was she sleeping or perhaps in the bathroom? He mused and then knocked for the third time. But like before, there was no answer.