~Aaron's POV
I drove to her house, my hands gripping the wheel tighter than I realized. But when I got there, the door was locked. My heart sank a little. I had hoped she'd be home. I tried the handle, but no luck.
I didn't know what else to do, so I drove straight to her workplace. When I got there, I saw Mathew, and I could tell immediately he noticed the worry on my face.
"She left work early," he said before I could even ask.
I nodded, trying to calm the panic rising in my chest. "Is everything… okay?" I asked, my voice tight.
Mathew smiled faintly, nodding. "Everything's fine. Don't worry."
I stared at him, trying to read more than his words. "But… what should I do? How do I make her want to talk to me?" I asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer. My voice sounded small, even to me, like a fragile thing that could shatter at any moment.
