Silence and Scandal

NOLAN’S POV

The phone rang until it cut to voicemail.

Again.

I stared at the screen like it had personally betrayed me, my thumb hovering over Sloane’s name as if sheer willpower could force her to answer. My pulse hammered in my ears, my chest tight, my throat dry. I dialed again anyway.

Straight to voicemail.

“Fuck,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face.

The apartment felt wrong without her.