C41 Forty one

Lennox paced around, looking at the message he'd sent to Sophia after deliberating over it for two blood-curdling hours. He stared at the messages after more minutes passed. It snowed that it had been read, so why wasn't she replying.

He stared at the phone as if he had the power to make a message appear. What was he expecting tho, after what he'd said to her in his office