Lorenzo was like a man about to lose his s**t. Anger bubbled under his skin like lava from a volcano about to explode. He paced the space in front of the large living room window like he was trying to make a furrow in the tiled floor with his steps.
Abigail watched her husband for a moment. Taking in the deep frown on his face and the firm set of his lips. He wore jeans and a dress shirt that hugged his form to perfection. But it was the anger and frustration he fought to keep under control that caught her eye. She slowly made her way over to him and forced him to stop moving by standing in his way with her large, seven-month belly. She laid her hand on his arm. “I am sure they are fine.”
“They are not picking up any of my calls,” Lorenzo said through his clenched teeth.
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