Micah’s POV
The number you have dialed is not responding.
I slam my hand against the steering wheel and loudly exhale a breath of frustration. I have spent hours on the road with no sign of Fiona.
I have checked her apartment, her favorite shopping stores, her salon, the bookshop she liked to visit when we were together - still, nothing.
I have been calling back and forth with her friend Antonia and her work colleague Amorak all day and they seem as clueless as I am about where she is.
All her calls are going to voicemail and there still hasn’t been any response from her. If I knew this would happen, I’d never have given her the space I thought she needed. I’d keep her right next to me until I made sure she was okay.
Already, I have had to answer three calls from her father and I ha
