Vickyâs room was dark.
A bolt of lightning flashed again, which allowed Tyler to have a clear look at the room.
The bed was nicely made without anyone sleeping on it. Obviously, Vicky was not ready to go to bed
yet because the curtain was not closed.
Shock flashed through Tylerâs eyes as he quickly switched on the light in the room. As expected, the
room was empty. He quickly searched the bathroom and his own, but he failed to see Vicky.
At that moment, he no longer felt tipsy. He took out his phone to call Vickyâand it was at that moment
he heard a melodious ringtone near the door.
He spotted Vickyâs phone nicely placed, and it took him a few seconds to realize Vicky was missing as
he gazed at the ringing phone.
Worse, she did not bring her phone with her.
He knew Vicky called and texted him a while ago. During then, he was drinking at the bar and was
reluctant to answer the call or reply to Vickyâs messages.
Panic hit him hard when he finally realized Vicky was missing.
Yes, that was right. He panicked.
A long-forgotten feeling that he had never felt for a long time. Another helpless feeling spread through
his mind, and he could not keep his calm.
He closed his eyes. It took a while before he forced himself to calm down.
He went back to Vickyâs room and opened her wardrobe.
He noted that her clothes were still neatly organized; no signs that she had moved the suitcase before.
Her personal belongings were still in there, too.
Even so, he was unable to confirm if she went out because she had to, orâ¦if she left forever without
saying goodbye.
After all, she bought only daily necessities when she moved in, and she would not feel at a loss if she
just left them here.
Having that thought in his mind, indescribable panic rose in Tylerâs heart again. He had no idea that
Vicky had become such an important person in his life.
She was so important that he felt like he was suffocating just thinking she might not return.
He looked back in his phone at the messages Vicky sent to him.
[Itâs raining. You should come home earlier.]
[Are you busy? Why didnât you pick up my call?]
[Are you still angry at me?]
[The rain is getting heavier. When are you coming back?]
[Iâm worried about you. Can you reply to me so I know youâre alright?]
[Tyler, where are you?]
[Iâm really going to be angry if you still refuse to reply to me.]
That was the last message.
Tyler clenched the phone so tightly that his knuckles were turning pale. The screen cracked under the
brute force exerted by his grip.
After that, he took Vickyâs phone and took a look at the messages. The phone call history and the text
messages history were the same as his. He did not see her calling other numbers or texting someone
else.
Thoom! The thunder roared.