After pacing back and forth across the living room for what felt like hours, he called her phone once more. It went straight to voicemail again. He pulled up his call log, staring at the long list of unanswered attempts. His fingers trembled slightly as he refreshed the screen over and over, foolishly hoping something would magically change. But nothing did.
He opened the shared Uber app they both used regularly, checking her recent ride history, thinking she must have left in such a rush he’d missed her opening and closing the front door. But there were no new trip records, no bookings made under her name at all. Her complete lack of any recent activity felt like yet another missing piece in a confusing puzzle he couldn’t begin to solve.
