While I booked a cab, Caroline sent me her location. It was a café.
The surprising part was that it was in a porch area. Caroline usually did not like to go to such areas. She always used to say, 'These places are good for aesthetic pictures but are overpriced as h*ll.'
As I calculated, I found that Silver Fox's main building was a few minutes away from that café. So, it was a plus point for me.
In a few minutes, the cab arrived. Getting in, I kept messaging Caroline about what was happening as she was now not picking up her call.
My messages kept piling up with:
I am on my way.
Are you okay?
At least give me a hint.
I could not help but overthink as she did not reply to any of the texts. Not even a single tick mark moving to two.
Great. Just great.
Now I was either heading straight into some kind of crisis… or into one of her dramatic overreactions again. And knowing Caroline, it could honestly be both.
