Chapter 200

• Claire's pov
• I had lost count of how many times I had paced from the living room to the hallway and back again. The clock on the wall felt like it was deliberately ticking slower just to mock me, and every second without hearing from Nathan made my chest tighten a little more.
• I had called him at least ten times already. Each time the call rang and rang until it died out, my heart sank further. And the messages—God, I’d sent so many, they were practically a stream of desperation in his inbox. *Are you okay?* *Please answer me.* *I’m worried.* *Nathan, where are you?*