Chapter 353 Loose Ends

• Karl
• The clock ticks on infuriatingly as I sit in the silent hotel room. Tick, tick, tick. God, I want to rip that thing out of the wall.
• My fingers, needing some kind of distraction, pick at the loose threads on the bed sheets. But all the while, my eyes are only fixed on one thing: my phone. It sits silently on the bedside table, unmoving. It’s a constant reminder that she’s not calling me. And maybe she doesn’t intend to.