Chapter 11: CHAPTER ELEVEN

Tricia’s POV After Hendrix left, I tried to convince myself everything was fine. That uneasy feeling twisting in my stomach was just paranoia, the kind that creeps in after a stressful day. I made tea, turned on the TV, even opened one of the manuscripts I’d been editing but nothing worked. Every time I looked at the clock, the hands seemed to mock me. An hour passed, then two….Then three. Still no call. The silence in the apartment felt heavier than usual. It wasn’t just quiet..it...