Ravaging Mrs Claire
My heart was pounding so hard, and suddenly, my stomach twisted—I felt like I needed to use the bathroom.
I called him, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again and again—same thing every time. Did he block me? No, that couldn’t be it. I kept dialing, but nothing changed.
Panic started rising; my vision blurred as tears threatened to spill. “Isa, calm down,” I told myself. I tried his number once more, biting my nails, but still no answer. Desperate, I went back to the group chat—maybe I’d misread it the first time.