All The Worries Amid A Disappearing Act
Dave was utterly flummoxed, his brows knitting in puzzlement. He didn’t want to sour Noa’s mood with his own anxiety because maybe she was indeed in need of a hefty dose of “me-time.” Yet, his thoughts spiraled down a dark tunnel, his loyalty to Noa teetering precariously.
Once in lockstep, their rhythm seemed disrupted when Noa veered off into an enigmatic detour for a few days. And then, like a twist in a gripping story, Dave stumbled upon something peculiar in her phone. It ignited his already smoldering dread, like adding fuel to the fire.
Next: What could Noa’s phone be hiding?
