THE SEARCH FOR RICHMOND
Anne sat in her office chair, her mind adrift in a sea of tumultuous thoughts. Two days had passed since she last laid eyes on Richmond, and with each passing moment, her worry deepened into a gnawing pit of anxiety.
At first, Anne's emotions had been a volatile mix of anger and disappointment. She had trusted Richmond implicitly, accepting every facet of his being, from his demon half to his wolf half. She had believed in their love, in their ability to weather any storm together. But now, as she sat alone in her office, the absence of his presence weighed heavily upon her.
She had tried to reach out to him, calling his phone repeatedly, only to be met with the cold indifference of voicemail. Her messages went unanswered, lost in the void of his silence. With each unanswered call, Anne's worry grew, twisting into a knot of uncertainty in the depths of her stomach.