Silence.

On Wednesday, I called three times.

Voicemail.

On Thursday, I wrote again:

“Honey, please answer me, even if it’s just an emoji. I need to know you’re okay.”

Seen.

Nothing.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I stared at my phone screen in the darkness of my room. The letters glowed back at me. Message after message. Seen, but not a single word in return.

On Friday morning, I made a decision.

I was going to her house without warning.