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, but his eyes never left the screen. That foolish hope of seeing the two little blue ticks appear had become almost an addiction. Every minute, he unlocked the phone, only to find the same empty silence staring back at him.

Nothing.

Celina had vanished.

Thor sank back into his chair, burying his face in his hands, trying to hold back the anguish spreading through him like poison. That night had changed everything. He knew he’d made a mistake. He knew he’d failed to close a chapter that was alrea