Clara was worried. Not only had Elian hung up on her, but he also hadn’t called her back and it was now more almost thirty-six hours since he’d abruptly ended their call. Her grandfather had messaged her to say that when he got to the restaurant for his reservation, Elian had not arranged it and he had been told Elian was not there. They still seated him of course but he said he had found it very odd; Clara agreed.
Invading his privacy by tracking his online presence was at the back of her mind but she refused to do it. There was a limit to what she would do and know he would accept, and he would be upset if she did that. So, here she was late on a Saturday afternoon in the yard with the dogs, throwing a ball and talking herself out of calling him and checking in on him.
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