Richard's POV
The ringing from inside doesn't dissipate my concern. My face is still etched and furrowed with concern.
Since last night, that ringing has been going on and off. I can't even figure out if it is her phone or an alarm clock.
No one has come out of the apartment, either. Not Daisy. Not her. I also can't hear any sounds, no matter how hard I place my ears on the door.
My insides are in disarray. A horrible feeling is stirring inside of me, as though something is wrong or about to happen.
It's been two days since we went out, and I haven't set my eyes on her. The fact that the ringing is becoming more persistent and nonstop increases my curiosity.
That guy—I don't trust him. He was here two nights ago. They must have had an argument, and it makes me wonder what he did to h
