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

of hell, and toon he was at her apartmant. Just as he was about to

Why wasn’t the picking up? Was her phone dead, or had she rally blockad his

time with a dead phone. So, the blocked his

turned even

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

Bentley Mulsanne

eight. He saw Jonathan, clad in grey sportswear, returning from

run quite a distance,

grub’s up? Henson called out

take a quick shower. II be down shortly? Jonathan

watched his serious face, knowing

Ms. Macclain yet.

waiting a while, Henson

had come

quietly eating his breakfast. He seemed like his usual self, but ·

Ms. Macclain to play terras this afternoon. You should

paused. I’ve got stuff to do in the afternoon.”

a little