C35 Chapter Thirty-Five: The Silence of Missing

LUCAS POV

"She’s late."

I glanced at the clock on the wall of the gallery, the hands ticking past 10 a.m. Cily was never late.

I’d been trying to tell myself it was nothing—maybe she’d just overslept or hit some unexpected traffic. But with every passing minute, the pit in my stomach grew deeper.

I pulled my phone out and dialed her number.

"Come on, Cily. Pick up