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Chapter 39: Cut Her Off
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2025-09-17 15:01:57Xander’s POV
I barreled out of the apartment, keys scraping against my palm, heart hammering so hard I thought the whole stairwell would hear it. She’d been gone, gone from the balcony, gone from the kitchen, gone from the small corner of my life I’d thought still belonged to me. I ran a hand through my hair and scanned the lobby, the street, the parked cars. Nothing. No hint of her footsteps, no scarf caught on a railing, no scent of her perfume in the humid air.
I fumbled for my phone with fingers that refused to cooperate and punched Eric’s name. “Eric, get here naw,” I barked the moment he answered. “I need to look for my wife!”
Static. A fold of anxious noise. Then nothing, the line cut off like someone had clipped the cord. I hit redial. The connection blinked back for a second, then died again.
My chest tightened. I slammed
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