Find Me In Your Labyrinth

What the hell is going on? Charlie asked curiously

Jonathan put down his phone poured hima | a drink, and kept mom

The thought of Estelle being with Marley that day eter

“Why won’t you call Estelle back” Charlie pushed the phone

Jonathan glanced at it but didn’t pick it up

“What if something happened? It’s lata” Charlie said calmly

Jonatharis paze hardened. Without hesitation, he picked up the phone and alled Estella’s number it went straight to voicemail

Jonathan frowned, diafled again, but still, voicemail.

His face turned serious. He stood up, grabbed his jacket and strode.

“Easy” Charlie called out to his retreating figure. Maybe Estala pret blocked your number?

Jonathans figure stiffened and then disappeared

On the way, Jonathan called Extelle twice mora

her phone was

he was at her apartmant. Just as he

the picking up? Was her phone dead, or

have been at home all this time with a dead phone. So,

face turned even grimmar

the lights in Estelle’s room went out, confirming to Jonathan that

the black Bentley Mulsanne left

came down for breakfast promptly at eight. He saw Jonathan, clad in grey sportswear, returning from a run

a distance, as his forehead was sweaty,

up? Henson called out

a quick shower. II be down shortly? Jonathan

face, knowing he hadet i

Ms. Macclain yet.

Henson started breakfast only when.

come

eating his breakfast. He seemed like his usual self,

Macclain to play terras this afternoon. You

paused. I’ve got stuff to do

Henson replied, a little