I had been trying to reach Max all afternoon. My phone kept ringing through to voicemail and after the third time my patience started to fray.
I was not the type to panic but it was our anniversary.
Our anniversary.
The one day I expected him to pick up or at least answer a text.
He did not. Not once.
So I did what any woman in her right mind would do when her boyfriend suddenly went radio silent.
I grabbed my favorite dinner dress, the one he told me looked dangerously sexy, and packed it in my overnight bag. Then I slipped into my underwear, threw a long coat over it, and hailed a cab.
If he was not going to call me, I was going to show up.
The city buzzed around me, taxi engines humming and heels clicking on wet pavement. My nerves played a chaotic beat in my chest but I ref
