Sebastian checked his phone again, pacing relentlessly across the living room. His jaw clenched so tightly it hurt, and his hands were buried deep in his hair.
Maya watched him from the sofa, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. She’d tried asking him what was wrong — twice.
But he’d brushed her off both times with a clipped, “It’s nothing.”
But it wasn’t nothing. Sebastian only paced like this when something was very, very wrong.
Still nothing from his mom. Cecilia had never been like this before. She would sometimes miss his call but would always call him back. This time was different though. Her location was off. Her phone was off. Her car wasn’t in the driveway. And the last time he’d spoken to her, she’d sounded… off. Breathless. Distracted. Lying. He knew the signs. He’d
