Thor grabbed his phone and tried calling her.

Once. Twice. Three times.

It rang and rang until it went to voicemail.

He kept trying, the desperation mounting with each unanswered call. Finally, he opened the message screen and typed:

“Celina, please pick up. We need to talk. Call me when you can. Love, I’m really worried about you.”

He paused, staring at the screen. Took a deep breath.

“Where are you? Please answer me. I just need to know you’re okay.”

He hit send and set the phone on the desk,