I couldn't sit still.
For the past few hours, I had been pacing across my living room, unable to think about anything except the fact that Naya was gone.
I'd expected that. After all, she'd told me she would leave my house, so I shouldn't worry, right? But for some strange reason, Naya was all I could think about.
Was I suddenly growing a conscience? I'd wanted to hurt her at the event and make her feel small and powerless, an action which I deeply regretted.
I checked my watch for the hundredth time.
It was three in the morning, and she'd been missing for over six hours now, assuming she'd left the venue right after our fight and came to the house, stopping long enough to take her things and leave.
The security man on duty had told me she'd been drenched when she first arrived and had left within a few minutes.
