Finally, he dialed his best friend Leo, trying and failing to keep his voice from shaking with panic. He explained everything that had happened—his stupid prank with the passport, the missing document, her unreachable phone, the strange empty feeling hanging over the apartment all day. A long, heavy silence hung on the other end of the line before Leo simply said he was on his way over immediately.
Leo arrived shortly after, bringing his usual mix of genuine concern and level-headed practicality. He listened patiently as Adam paced frantically around the apartment, retelling every single detail from the very start. He gently suggested that Clara might just need some alone time or fresh air, that she’d probably come back later annoyed but unharmed. People sometimes just needed to take off for a few hours without a word, he reasoned.
