(Charlotte's POV)
I couldn't sleep. Not even for a second.
I'd been pacing back and forth in my living room since midnight, my silk robe dragging behind me like the weight of my thoughts.
The curtains were drawn shut. My phone lay on the table, screen still dark.
David should've called by now.
He promised he'd handle it. Said he'd take care of her, quickly and cleanly.
He should've called to say it was done.
But… nothing.
I picked up the burner phone again, my hands now shaking, and dialed his number for the tenth time.
My heart hammered like a wild drum. It rang twice... then straight to voicemail.
"David, what the hell is going on? Call me the second you get this. Did you do it or not? I need answers!" I hissed into the phone, keeping my voice low even though I was alone.
I tossed the burner onto the couch and gripped my hair with both hands.
My scalp stung from pulling at it all night, but I didn't care.
Everything was falling apart. I could feel it in my bones.
