Ivy
I stared down at my phone to check the time.
It was almost 4 am. Aidan should've been home hours ago.
I drew in a shaky breath, feeling a knot of worry tightening in my stomach.
"Where the hell are you?" I muttered under my breath as I dialed his number for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. The call went straight to voicemail, and I choked back a frustrated sob. "Aidan, it's Ivy. Please, just pick up or text me back. I need to know you're okay."
I paced back and forth in our bedroom, my heart pounding an erratic rhythm against my ribcage. My fingers glided over the surface of my phone, sending text after text, each one more frantic than the last.
"Come on, Aidan," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Answer me. Just… just let me know you're safe."