Chapter 62

• Was that enough? Would she be ready to talk now, or was he rushing it? He found himself grabbing the phone again, staring at her number in his contacts. He didn’t even know what he would say. How did you approach a woman who had been a ghost for over a year?
• He decided to distract himself one last time, heading to his home gym. Maybe a workout would calm his nerves, help him think clearly. He started with the weights, pushing himself harder than usual, trying to sweat out the frustration, the impatience. But even as he lifted, his thoughts kept drifting back to her, the way she had looked at him, the questions that had burned in her eyes.
• After an intense half-hour, he dropped the weights and grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from his brow. He was still restless, his heart still racing. He checked the time again. It was late enough now, wasn’t it? He could call her, hear her voice, try to figure out what had happened, what had gone wrong, and how he could fix it.