WILLIAM
“Where could Emmy be?” I ask myself for the umpteenth time. Last night I called to wish her good night but she didn't pick. I assumed she was already asleep therefore I dropped her a text which she didn't reply to.
What's really happening?
Yesterday when she requested I drop her home, I knew something wasn't right. Why did she want an alone time?
Oh no! And to imagine I told Allan not to continue playing security to her since she seemed out of danger!
Oh my God! If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself!
It's already morning and I can't keep calm here in the house. All I need is to get ready and drive off to her apartment and find out what's really happening.
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My palms are sweaty as I try with difficulties to hold onto the steering wheel. I'm driving towards
