Without a delay, Augustine made a call to Gustave. "Hey, listen up," he said urgently. "I can't get Anne or Sam. Check on them. Find them now. I want her home safely."
The tension in his tone alarmed Gustave. "I'll check and let you know."
Ending the call, Augustine looked down at the phone again, his heart anything but calm. His thoughts spun wildly—'What if she is in danger? What if I lose her before I can even hold her again?'
Each breath felt heavy as if air itself was leaving him.
"Where are you, Anne?"
He began pacing across the room as he waited for an update from Gustave. He tried to think positively, but his mind conjured worse images he didn't want to imagine – Anne in some unknown place, alone, frightened, hurt, and calling for him.
His hand trembled as he dialed her number again. But it was no use – the phone was still switched off. His chest tightened with fear and worry.
