Gone Dark

I woke up with a jolt, the phone still in my hand. The first thing I did was check the screen—still no calls. No texts. Nothing from Dario.

A cold wave of panic washed over me.

He should’ve called. Now I’m getting scared.

We both know what he does. He doesn’t tell me specifically what he does, but we both know what he gets up to every day. It’s serious. He could be dead. He could be hurt. He could