The last thing I remember was the look in Carmela's eyes. It was sharp, stubborn, and distant. The kind of look that said "Don't follow me."*l
And like a fool, I didn't.
I leaned back in my chair, dragging a hand across my face as I exhaled through my nose. When did she get so damn stubborn? Or maybe the better question was when did I stop knowing how to reach her?
I stood, instinct leading me toward my desk, toward my phone. I didn't even know what I was going to say yet. Maybe something soft. Maybe just "Come home." would do
But then the call came in.
And everything in my body went still.
"Boss… she's been taken."
I heard the caller say and silence registered itself in the atmosphere.
"What the hell do you mean taken?" My voice was calm, but sharp enough to cut through stone but I got no response instead the line crackled.
