If I couldn't reach Alicia through phone calls or text messages, then maybe I could reach her through social media.
I had never cared much for platforms like this before. Jane usually handled anything related to online news and trends, so there had never been a reason for me to create an account.
Now there is.
I quickly entered my information and created a profile on Twitter.
The moment the account was activated, I searched for Alicia's username.
Dozens of results appeared.
Thanks to the scandals that had surrounded us over the past few months, it didn't take long to find her account.
My fingers tightened around the phone.
Without hesitation, I sent a message.
"Alicia, where are you?"
A few seconds later, I sent another.
"Are you alright? Just talk to me once."
And another.
"Please."
No reply.
The message status remained unchanged.
A hollow feeling settled in my chest.
I continued scrolling through her profile.
Most of the posts were old.
