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 off

out of hell, and toon he was at her apartmant. Just as he was about to call her again, ha

up? Was her phone dead, or

all this time with a dead phone. So, the blocked his number.

turned even

later, the lights in Estelle’s room went out, confirming

dawn broke, the black Bentley Mulsanne left Sunset Ridge

down for breakfast promptly at eight. He saw

a distance, as his forehead was

Henson called out

a quick shower. II be down shortly? Jonathan replied, heading upstairs.

face, knowing he hadet i

Ms. Macclain yet.

a while, Henson

come down.

eating his breakfast. He seemed like his usual self, but · atmosphere was weighty.

at him, Tm thinking of asking Ms. Macclain to play terras this

stuff to

replied, a little