Anderson
The hall was emptying out quickly, the sound of polite conversations fading into soft echoes as guests began to leave. My mind wasn’t on the diminishing crowd, though, it was on Kate. Where the hell did she go?
Mr. Davis was speaking to me, his tone calm but probing, as though he sensed something was off.
“Is everything all right, Anderson?” he asked, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.
“Yeah,” I replied quickly, though my gaze kept darting toward the corners of the room. I couldn’t stop searching, scanning for any sign of kate.
Mr. Davis tilted his head, clearly unconvinced, but I didn’t have time to address his concerns.
“Excuse me for a moment,” I said, cutting him off mid-sentence and stepping away.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I walked, dialing Kate’s number. I
